medusas eyes are vibrant lights;
they turn me to stone.
incandescent slits speak
incantations wrapped in moans.
her head of snakes
their tongues that rake
my dead skin from its bone.
her garden breathes my nakedness;
we touch when we're alone.
her flowers lift their heads
and wrap us tight
as we are sewn.
together we are sewn.
Aug 14, 2015
Aug 14, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
medusas eyes are vibrant lights;
they turn me to stone.
incandescent slits speak
incantations wrapped in moans.
her head of snakes
their tongues that rake
my dead skin from its bone.
her garden breathes my nakedness;
we touch when we're alone.
her flowers lift their heads
and wrap us tight
as we are sewn.
together we are sewn.