bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of my ridges and valleys before breathing electricity along my spine bold fingertips find the places I ache work me like clay patiently loosen the knots I have tied myself into until … Continue reading Saturday Afternoon Poetry
we do not need words we do not need a shared written language we have eyes that truly see lips that speak a common tongue shared palate for the aroma the taste of salt that glitters on each other’s skin when we flow like silk against each other and boundaries dissolve like sea foam at … Continue reading The Shape of Water
bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of my ridges and valleys before breathing electricity along my spine bold fingertips find the places I ache work me like clay patiently loosen the knots I have tied myself into until … Continue reading Saturday Afternoon Poetry
Brave & Reckless 