"lustly" poems
There! In the shadows, she watches
breaking hushed tranquility that shades
my eucalyptus
on a morningbeige wall
the Tingle, it’s here. a sense
of unease as she climbs my;
nick! and imports her touch. Lick
up my arms, fingers unwelcomely
running through my head
she is in my scalp
itching imprint stays, echoing off
tired skin. ruining tender visions
of whispering
eclipse filled daynight
Perhaps
they came together;
in shallow memories of dark
Chicago forbid my viewing
She’s here now. watch
wild fingers grabbing lapping
trees, ******* up their marrow
Creeping; burrowed in cold breeze
on my quiet 73 degrees
afternoon willow
her hands touch without touch,
eyes catch moments of them
past dusk, aching sunlight echoes
more distantly down time’s dust
each day she; the moon comes
closer and colder I see her
fingers, lustly peek out behind
looming, that chipped orb
the encompassing force was all;
no shades protected
retinas burned, she is here!
behind my eyes
her fingers
to close my eyes is to touch her
her ***** nails
they would drag me
I feel her
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 2:30 AM UTC