These lips entice your arms like an inebriated night
Meteors shaking, beneath the liquid earth
Inch by inch I am a white cloth,
coveting, hiding under the layers of painted gush
An arrow of light-bulbs, crisp and soft
With a piquant throbbing bowl of salt,
the algae smooth and honey dripping,
chuckles held in the moisture of these fists
and my breasts lost, sounding like pepper.
You whisper my name again in the numb air
And I cast a spell on your desiccated tongue.
P.S To my love