strong is the still that
reverberates
over old space,
the cold
drought of petal dreams
I chalked
on the garden hose
nozzle,
the mask
just one string
away
away…
the night we touched
was like
** *
* *
* * *
* * *
*
** * *
**
*
*
(stars)
those daddy-rolled feelings
on my back as
you licked
my spine.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 9:20 AM UTC
strong is the still that
reverberates
over old space,
the cold
drought of petal dreams
I chalked
on the garden hose
nozzle,
the mask
just one string
away
away…
the night we touched
was like
** *
* *
* * *
* * *
*
** * *
**
*
*
(stars)
those daddy-rolled feelings
on my back as
you licked
my spine.
