golden mornings spent
your forehead on mine thoughts think through thought
warm yellow ivory you're a sunbeam
my thoughts travel up your torso and
fall to rest in the hollows beneath your collarbones
my lips will follow them up
the canopy bed's curtains are hard to see
the haze of smoke and sex make it impossible
to see anything save your eyes
warmth radiates from your skin
are you sunburned, you're burning me!
set me aflame with the ashes of the joint from last night
i never wanted to be on fire
but this is surely a nice kind of burn
crimson embers are digging into my skin
bite down, lock your jaw around my shoulder
it's nice, this flame and blood
pain is good when it's from you
even heartbreak feels nice
when you're the mercury delivering it
wings sprout from my shoulder blades
when your stomach presses against the hollow
between my hipbones
they're prominent again; not like before
this time i skip the food
because you are the only sustenance i need
you and this golden morning
YOU ARE READING
Poésie
PoetryI have a lot of feelings so I write a lot of things. (This anthology contains all of my poems, so anything in any of my other poetry anthologies will also be here.)
