Your torso, stretched and squeezed by God's finger
and thumb, ever so gently
just between your hips and ribs.
Those long bow-shaped bones stretch against your near melanin-free skin.
Is that pink-tinge the blood vessels, just beneath,
or the marks of my touch?
I am heady;
you are ice on my tongue,
which slowly melts into warm
liquid as I mouth-
breathe.
You make me feel so dirty-clean,
a pale patriarch that ***** his Sister.
I am so drunk
on your potency,
my memories flood in as absinthe, my inebriated
body replays that first night I tore you open.
Stretch your arms above your pretty poutish head,
I pull myself out from your bald lips -
coat you in white feathers.
Jun 1, 2011
Jun 1, 2011 at 6:14 PM UTC
Your torso, stretched and squeezed by God's finger
and thumb, ever so gently
just between your hips and ribs.
Those long bow-shaped bones stretch against your near melanin-free skin.
Is that pink-tinge the blood vessels, just beneath,
or the marks of my touch?
I am heady;
you are ice on my tongue,
which slowly melts into warm
liquid as I mouth-
breathe.
You make me feel so dirty-clean,
a pale patriarch that ***** his Sister.
I am so drunk
on your potency,
my memories flood in as absinthe, my inebriated
body replays that first night I tore you open.
Stretch your arms above your pretty poutish head,
I pull myself out from your bald lips -
coat you in white feathers.
