Lee Todd Lacks ~ Plunge



Keep silent secrets
moistening under where her
slip shows below her
thighs, earthy-scented, ebbing
like a tidal pool at dawn.

Sweet, barefoot kisses
let bashful hands pass freely
upskirt, gingerly
plucking at cotton bloomers
till she tears them off herself.

Hands and knees splayed in
the sand, her comely
back end beckoning
lover lies beneath her loins,
hummingbird tongues the roses.

Tensing, warm, and wet,
a surge of unbearable
ecstasy, crashing
waves dampen what would have been
a most indelicate scream.


Lee Todd Lacks seeks to blur the distinctions between rants, chants, anecdotes, and anthems.  His experience of living with significant vision and hearing deficits often informs his writing and artwork, which have appeared in The Monarch Review, Bop Dead City, Liquid Imagination, Crack The Spine, The Quarterday Review, Tincture Journal, Yellow Chair Review, Danse Macabre, and elsewhere. His poem, “Durgin-Park,” won the Bop Dead City Beginnings Contest in July of 2015. In October of 2015, his spoken-word poem, “Holocaust Memorial,” won the Blue Monday Review Storytime Challenge.  Lee Todd and his family currently reside in Southern Maine.

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