Blastema
A sleek, scintillating surface quivers,
Supple perception spills liquid flickers -
Faster than a blush – a rough rash rushes,
Pulsates and flushes: cascading shivers
Her nebulous body shifts fluently,
And oozes – slick as subtle deception
To palpate and manipulate matter:
You submit to her brutal scrutiny
Suddenly unsafe, amorphous, and nude
As she is, She pours into a crevice
A lustrous contortion; elegant oil
Her limbs coil around dreams of solitude
But it tracks her scent - fish sniffing fissures -
Shreds shadows in frantic flashes, thrashing
Flesh, gouging gashes - ebbing into salt
Now, fumbling, pale as tripe, she slithers
Later, you marvel at the tiny bud,
Fern-like, unfurling to fondle your face,
Embryonic, curling, ludicrous bloom:
You sprout together to out-float the flood.