between the sweat
on the sick bed, i circle stray satellites
clustered on the ceiling. i let bliss speak
and leave me weak.
my sun
slow licks my lips:
a fire spit. hot tongue. bony hipped.
i strum his back. his skin
and soul.
i reach fever pitch
and burn up 'til i hit
the floor.
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC
between the sweat
on the sick bed, i circle stray satellites
clustered on the ceiling. i let bliss speak
and leave me weak.
my sun
slow licks my lips:
a fire spit. hot tongue. bony hipped.
i strum his back. his skin
and soul.
i reach fever pitch
and burn up 'til i hit
the floor.
