recollected sensations ... possible triggers
Shyshark
Registrant
black soft warm
and stiff cold white
and flecked little gold stars
the musty leather smell
in new old cars
dim hazy twilight
in a silent shadowed place
the scratchy feel
of indigo cheeks
against my face
a deep deep valley
below velvet-like lips
smouldering sparkles
in ebony eyes
cajoling whispers
sensations and shivers
from anxious quivers
in trembling fingers
a musky hot smell
of cologne and sweat
the smothering embrace
and tender caress
not knowing
what was next
not knowing yet
what fate I'd met
not knowing then
that in a similar place
at a later time
with a different face
it would happen again
with the aromas
of grease and oil
and back-breaking toil
fouled fingers in creamy paste
and a pungent acrid cloying taste
and then a similar yet different one
still out of the sun
hot and dark in a foul stench
on a hard and filthy bench
then led by a kindly hand
across a fertile land
under a dazzling sun
to a place full of fun
with earthy smells
of repasts long past
and as was the custom
a prize was won
last of all
in a blessed place
in a hallowed hall
where I was safe
but not at all
from this I ran
from the trusted face
of a holy man
never to return
to any new faces
never again
to any such places
and stiff cold white
and flecked little gold stars
the musty leather smell
in new old cars
dim hazy twilight
in a silent shadowed place
the scratchy feel
of indigo cheeks
against my face
a deep deep valley
below velvet-like lips
smouldering sparkles
in ebony eyes
cajoling whispers
sensations and shivers
from anxious quivers
in trembling fingers
a musky hot smell
of cologne and sweat
the smothering embrace
and tender caress
not knowing
what was next
not knowing yet
what fate I'd met
not knowing then
that in a similar place
at a later time
with a different face
it would happen again
with the aromas
of grease and oil
and back-breaking toil
fouled fingers in creamy paste
and a pungent acrid cloying taste
and then a similar yet different one
still out of the sun
hot and dark in a foul stench
on a hard and filthy bench
then led by a kindly hand
across a fertile land
under a dazzling sun
to a place full of fun
with earthy smells
of repasts long past
and as was the custom
a prize was won
last of all
in a blessed place
in a hallowed hall
where I was safe
but not at all
from this I ran
from the trusted face
of a holy man
never to return
to any new faces
never again
to any such places
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