Moon Pie
Let me find the secrets
hidden in the folds of
your skin,
the buttercup pollen
along the line of your scapula
and the faded daist
petals
in the shallow cave of
your ankle bone.
A lake of tears in the
suprasternal hollow
brushed by the line of
red snail trail
left as my lips immerse
in salt.
A single wiry hair
pokes proud
from your areola. You
catch a breath
as I grasp it between
my teeth and pull.
Your nipple hardens,
the skin around it puckering
a princess waiting for
the frog's embrace.
The sweet scent of you
released with folded knees
corded muscle down the
back of your legs
rope-created caverns as
I lick the sweat
from the backs of your
knees
and in the darkness
the strength of your
fingers gripping my hair
pulling, pulling me
upwards to the tidal cavern,
to drink from the
chalice of life.
Put away your
resurrection fantasies
for I have found the
Grail.
2 comments:
That's utterly fabulous. Best in show. Wow.
Thank you for sharing this gift.
you honour me too much :)
Thanks, though!
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