Come smooth.
Gnarled branches mutate,
lusting the pollen sun
with crooked fingers.
Solitude!
furled green sprouts,
color, tempt her down,
sensual glowing danger.
Float above me, just above me,
burn me senseless, burn me
smooth.
Touch me!
I reach out with these crooked fingers,
hoping,
gone before you reach me
ashes.
I still feel you,
I have felt you.
9.8.14
©Lilly S.
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Drowsy
PoetryThe Sleep Trilogy. Book one: Drowsy (complete), Book two: Catharsis (ongoing), are both collected here. About sleepy feelings, sharp moments.
