it felt so majestically good to write this piece a long 9 months ago, and here's to new stuff soon. feel free to motivate if you feel the tickling thunder down your spine.
ladies & gentlemen, i give you…
APPLE SKIN BRAILLE
i comb your stomach with my fingernails
like the sand of a rosemary spice beach.
i float into your neck a torn battleship
and whisper you down in apple skin braille.
the wet sky in your throat is warm molasses.
back scratch kites whoosh into your bouquet storm of
melted I'm ready for all of the above,
the correct answers tucked carefully away behind your grooved scapula.
your bright violin mouth
feels the way birthday cake rain tastes
the perfume shore
you say that the best medicine is hidden in the verse of burning muscles,
weaved into the lining of your vanilla frosting skeleton,
i am the midnight pharmacist.
we tremble against each other in the gentle lungs of cotton.
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| this...all the time. |
here is an apple-fresh link to all of my poetry in the event that… https://pathetic.org/library/5939
xx, sk
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