It is watery, and yet so much like honey,
the height gained rivaling mountains
but peaches frame you –
something more smooth than a kiss,
saliva pinked with blood, drooling down
one chin or tongue, I have touched
close, but not quite smeared with
my fingerprints, not even a wrinkle or
particle of body’s flaking dust,
just a sphere of constant traffic,
you meet the veiny shapes when all
else blackens, the chime of hearts I know
one I have handed to you, chirping
beating with no highlights of an earth
just keeping brunette, blonde baby blues.
Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 12:55 PM UTC
It is watery, and yet so much like honey,
the height gained rivaling mountains
but peaches frame you –
something more smooth than a kiss,
saliva pinked with blood, drooling down
one chin or tongue, I have touched
close, but not quite smeared with
my fingerprints, not even a wrinkle or
particle of body’s flaking dust,
just a sphere of constant traffic,
you meet the veiny shapes when all
else blackens, the chime of hearts I know
one I have handed to you, chirping
beating with no highlights of an earth
just keeping brunette, blonde baby blues.
