In the watermark of night
we are black shadows swaying
hands finding hips finding thighs
in the dark
blades aligned
we cut stars in ice
back arching in your hands
my hair sweeps a frozen lake
arms stretching distant skies
under the taunt of stars
you pull me in
your face in the moon
winter’s song
longing
your lips
salty
red flowers
I will taste
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 10:24 AM UTC
In the watermark of night
we are black shadows swaying
hands finding hips finding thighs
in the dark
blades aligned
we cut stars in ice
back arching in your hands
my hair sweeps a frozen lake
arms stretching distant skies
under the taunt of stars
you pull me in
your face in the moon
winter’s song
longing
your lips
salty
red flowers
I will taste
