Study for an Erogenous Poem

*Study for an Erogenous Poem*

How long does it take

from Paris to Hamburg       by train?

How far can hands reach

if not touching   and the tongue

a fleshy device        tasting, licking, swallowing

used to titillate speech – but we don’t, not in

that way -

how deep can it go, peeking into

your mouth?

There is a swift sensation

almost unnoticed, you lean your foot against my scrotum, while [rail] switches

amend the travel

[under] thin fabric

sagittarian breasts reveal the 

size of my friction

Outside, dark silhouettes cut

by wheels

expose their nudity

in gentle simmer &

There is no city, no destiny

the night unfolds along the track

with no fore dawning

in view

I caress your finger tips, arousing soles

you're French is muted to a few moans silenced by

speed

With how many shivers can we reverse

time? Singular, now, I let my hand

scroll your body

surface in search for your name – does it matter?

When I had your aroma

by me, the warmness of your skin

in my hands, the flavor of your tongue, the wetness

of your vagina

bathing my brain

your head rested on my chest

and that was all.

© 2015, José Eduardo Coelho