.
Midday sweeps in
a bronzing fury,
prickling its way
through skin,
pierces the core
to bleed
then, drenched
in affectation,
I turn away
to rest.
I will swathe
some lotion after,
for the scent
of longingness
follows.
A bath awaits.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
.
Midday sweeps in
a bronzing fury,
prickling its way
through skin,
pierces the core
to bleed
then, drenched
in affectation,
I turn away
to rest.
I will swathe
some lotion after,
for the scent
of longingness
follows.
A bath awaits.
