Across thousands of miles
you lay your claim on me
with your purple stockings.
My body is your riot, full
of blood's disobedience
& a climbing incandescence.
I am your lamp. Coyly
you insinuate provocative
thoughts. I'm helpless,
I'm guttering like a candle
on a caravel, burning
despite the danger.
Thousands of miles, but
there is only me and you
and a thin, thin stretch of purple.
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 2:39 PM UTC
Across thousands of miles
you lay your claim on me
with your purple stockings.
My body is your riot, full
of blood's disobedience
& a climbing incandescence.
I am your lamp. Coyly
you insinuate provocative
thoughts. I'm helpless,
I'm guttering like a candle
on a caravel, burning
despite the danger.
Thousands of miles, but
there is only me and you
and a thin, thin stretch of purple.
