Tag Archives: skin
I like them damaged, closer to real, the marrow in the blue void that seals hymns airtight, narrow interior dancing the hips and thighs to the gospel according to arson, the smolder and bake of flame-twisted wicks, I like where … Continue reading
To dig nails into the ciphered history of her skin, unmapped, to take a pirate’s tack in plundering the source of her sap and scent, flagged on the bare teeth of wolves wind.
It was the way she danced with words when no one was looking, the slant and tease, fastening my burn to the summer dress spelling out her form to my fingers, their covet to brand and possess, breezing lightly the … Continue reading
Lisping, to gentle feral purls of ink on skin– Words, crafted to touch.
To leave sheer vowels and sudden clefts upon the warm, dream-wet infinity of skin, so wherever she goes, whenever, sundered verses will marvel as placeholders.
Ripe, the carnal skin of an apple’s flame-slipped outer layer; one bite, one tear with hungry nails, intimating the measures of ravish, indebted to touch.
Devotion, by torchlight– Braille for lovers when reading each other’s skin and engraving touch in the scented dark.