A garden of lights:
blooms glitter across velvet
darkness, wild, watching.
Cold windows. Open
eyes. A silk sea. A hollow
silence to fill up.
A tongue of fire, a
pool of white wax, nearly hot
enough to brand skin.
I, dressed in jasmine,
move through sin-lit night into
your sinewy arms.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
A garden of lights:
blooms glitter across velvet
darkness, wild, watching.
Cold windows. Open
eyes. A silk sea. A hollow
silence to fill up.
A tongue of fire, a
pool of white wax, nearly hot
enough to brand skin.
I, dressed in jasmine,
move through sin-lit night into
your sinewy arms.