She rolls the paper
with a kind of ease:
like a silk dress falling
on the eve of her skin;
or the delicate sips
taken from her glass,
delicately held between
curled spread fingers.
Then maybe as tongue
presses to the lining,
it looks as though
rice-paper become lips
her kisses sealing
this tube filament
mantled in her smile,
lighting up the room.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC
She rolls the paper
with a kind of ease:
like a silk dress falling
on the eve of her skin;
or the delicate sips
taken from her glass,
delicately held between
curled spread fingers.
Then maybe as tongue
presses to the lining,
it looks as though
rice-paper become lips
her kisses sealing
this tube filament
mantled in her smile,
lighting up the room.
Originally "Rizla Origami", I decided to change the name until I came back to work on it. Just an idea I needed to write down.
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