A life tastes so much greener
as my legs are unsheathed
like waves that cut
our ring-spun,
gossamery
teasing
continuum
and (to the mole in the milk of your thigh: I widow in desire)
continuum
tickling
your cheeky
ribs into gravity
like the galaxy grains
of orbit that had screamed
into life echoing so much deeper.
Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:23 PM UTC
A life tastes so much greener
as my legs are unsheathed
like waves that cut
our ring-spun,
gossamery
teasing
continuum
and (to the mole in the milk of your thigh: I widow in desire)
continuum
tickling
your cheeky
ribs into gravity
like the galaxy grains
of orbit that had screamed
into life echoing so much deeper.
