Sunday, June 30, 2019

my love XVII:breathless lungs with bitter salt






my love

from you love the green of fire that touches the shoots of stars spring grew into me and naked you were the sea  and the salt that stings my flesh in the shadow of the woods  and i tasted your flesh ghosts of tides and cracks of cloud in my palms and i captured you right in the not of my eye and naked you unfolded into the breath that i struggle for  and i skip to your depths all green and the slow tides touch me and i long for you in the half light as i suffocate in the strangle of your hair.


my love

i just wanted to touch the stars of you as you passed liquid the hard stones of my sight shed smooth with you and your scarlet breath you chewed and you billowed in to the breeze  that blistered palms of my absents quenched the distance from touch to touch and my mouth holds only vinegar and myrrh your arms and breasts the rising of the sun in the dark lust of another and in the moving filled my breathless lungs with bitter salt and your skin became his forests rich and full and clinging with the sent of moss and loam and secret brooks that only your tongue and his has tasted that only the salt of your mystery unleashed the rib and i travel hidden paths and wonder the green flesh of your devouring the glistening loam of heat and desires that sing of river dreams and grow salted and burned over the flooding that i bring.