I love slow,
not snailish,
random acts,
but where one is
relieved, revealed
in their yawn and
stretching of limbs,
a little scratch
in the ribs,
stomach
like an animal
absently fluffing
up fur...
a spread of charm,
wayward hair
strand curled
curled to a spiral,
deep guttural sigh
of a woman asleep
over her lush hair
or walking quietly
under the trees
trance-gazing
a stray cotton seed,
helicoptering dry leaf,
squirrel run...
I love slow,
gentle sidestep
dance to it,
revolve of
lissome waist to music,
liquid spread
in a hot pan,
still breath
between kisses
sea waves licking
up the feet,
slithering afar,
time nibbling
away...
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 9:22 AM UTC
I love slow,
not snailish,
random acts,
but where one is
relieved, revealed
in their yawn and
stretching of limbs,
a little scratch
in the ribs,
stomach
like an animal
absently fluffing
up fur...
a spread of charm,
wayward hair
strand curled
curled to a spiral,
deep guttural sigh
of a woman asleep
over her lush hair
or walking quietly
under the trees
trance-gazing
a stray cotton seed,
helicoptering dry leaf,
squirrel run...
I love slow,
gentle sidestep
dance to it,
revolve of
lissome waist to music,
liquid spread
in a hot pan,
still breath
between kisses
sea waves licking
up the feet,
slithering afar,
time nibbling
away...
