tongues entwine
two curling vines
blossom at their meeting
the passion grows
a thorny rose
scrapes her cheek to bleeding
she pulls back
and pouring black
gushes onto her shirt
a confused smile
the flooding nile
dampens fertile dirt
he holds out his hands
ink drips onto lands
dyeing valleys black
she laughs and she laughs
he is taken aback
to see pinpricks of light puncture through
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Poetrybook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
