Wednesday, January 11, 2023

Vaguely Human by Kevin M. Hibshman

If you only knew how I lie awake at night conjuring your essence.
Your limbs contorted.
Your face twisted in the agony of a pleasure so sharp and dangerous.

I am a vessel longing to be filled.
A glowing heat bouncing off the walls blue-hot.
Our flesh entwined as we go spinning off the edge of the world.

Hold tight as we shift positions.
Our shadows melt as I pull you in.
The depths of these waters remain uncharted. 
Sink with me under the sinuous waves.
Our heaving shape vaguely human.





Kevin M. Hibshman has had poems published in many journals and magazines world wide.
 In addition, he has edited his poetry zine, Fearless, since 1990 and is the author of sixteen chapbooks including Love Sex Death Dreams (Green Bean Press, 2000) and Incessant Shining (Alternating Current, 2011).

His current book Just Another Small Town Story from Whiskey City Press is currently available on Amazon. 


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