Unholy tangerine
Kisses under
Flickering streetlights
She's a goddess
Something ageless
The other one
Just as perfect
A sculpted aphrodite
You wonder
If their kisses
Are lightning
Their touches
Electric
Although
She certainly
Didn't seem
Electric
Saltwater tears
Trailing down
Her coconut and vanilla
Cheeks
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poetryyoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
