The Writes of Spring(MF+ cons humor)

The Writes of Spring


Kim and Taria's cries echoed
          in his memories as he
     ran
into the screaming jungle.
Stems of red and purple
     whipped
          his body and the thorns
     tore
          at his clothing and his raw, sunburned
     flesh.
He stumbled, fell to the ground
tasted earth,
but fear of
     Hai-Gtta-Ghit-Lade,
     the Volcano God,
filled his mind and he ran.

The baptism of fiery rain washed away his memories, one by one.

     "Twist your fingers around inside me," Kim said,
     a tiny moan in the cabin above

The memory burned like a splinter in a bonfire.

     "Yumumumble!"  Ivan mumbled as Freckles slipped
     cleft-damp fingers in his mouth.

He howled to the skies
and
in the thunder he heard
     the Bear's mountainous roar,
     Malinov's booming thrusts

and he covered his ears as he ran
as the rain of lava burned away his mind.

Incandescent lightning lit the jungle
     and he saw
     Bronwen's newborn baby
     suckling as her husband watched

and he closed his eyes as he ran and ran

until there was nothing left of him.

And then he saw
     Aster cradling his wife when the pain gets bad
And then he saw
     Twassel's boat, rocking gently over the perfect sea

And he plunged into the dreaming sea

And he saw Vickie's naked legs
And he saw LeAnna and Imma and Kristen and Celeste

They held him gently under the water
touching his ears and his lips
     his cock

They danced in a circle around him
And one by one they spat into the water

and chanted a song he'd nearly forgotten
and sang with a voice he once knew
and rubbed their spit into him

     until he came

He emerged from the water,
         shuddering,
     gasping,

alive!

What is your name? they asked him

But he could not remember