Once sun rose on his collar
with baubles of champagne
light twisting above his head,
those cherry earlobes, tug tug
seizing forearms, rippling
So he turns his head, and
the world tastes like a
grapefruit lozenge.
I feel like I have been
seen.
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC
Once sun rose on his collar
with baubles of champagne
light twisting above his head,
those cherry earlobes, tug tug
seizing forearms, rippling
So he turns his head, and
the world tastes like a
grapefruit lozenge.
I feel like I have been
seen.
(c) Brooke Otto
