The way your skin prickled -tight- over your hips
and the plunking -wet- noise of water
forced out of a cave
are what I remember about that December, lovely, oh, lovely.
Your -blonde- hair rippled and shook loose
with each ramming pulsation and throb -stab-
but your hair -curled- tight was rough. -Unmoving.-
below, dripped More, now, more.
Your toenails felt like ice -pink, red, buff- on my calf
they drew dragons between the forests of my -leg- hair
circling around, bumping –bruising- and chanting,
Be full, full.
Until –after- we lay limp and glistening in -love- dew
the floors creak and winds scratch -outside- too loud, -empty-
but,
We, -thought- we are whole.
Oct 23, 2012
Oct 23, 2012 at 2:34 PM UTC
The way your skin prickled -tight- over your hips
and the plunking -wet- noise of water
forced out of a cave
are what I remember about that December, lovely, oh, lovely.
Your -blonde- hair rippled and shook loose
with each ramming pulsation and throb -stab-
but your hair -curled- tight was rough. -Unmoving.-
below, dripped More, now, more.
Your toenails felt like ice -pink, red, buff- on my calf
they drew dragons between the forests of my -leg- hair
circling around, bumping –bruising- and chanting,
Be full, full.
Until –after- we lay limp and glistening in -love- dew
the floors creak and winds scratch -outside- too loud, -empty-
but,
We, -thought- we are whole.
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