rainwater sadness
slides down your spine
cracking your bones and
driving you to madness
caressing every curve
of the fine carbon structures
in the way that you wish she could
qui est elle?
a figment of your imagination
stretch marked, curly haired
stitched together with the thread of
simple desire, purple and violet
gold on her teeth
you dream of love that isn't violent
there is something comforting about
the salt of your tears mingling
with the sweet of her lips
like the feeling of sipping orange stickiness
from a mango, refreshing and calming
run ons and trail offs leave you both
aching and wanting
YOU ARE READING
Girls
Poetry"golden head by golden head." A poetry collection by and for women who love women. © adroite 2016
