Your skin is like the memory of a summer day
With flat planes that heat to the touch
And peaks and valleys which direct the eye like a river
Along the golden expanse
I can still see the flags of color raised
Like proud banners on the hills of your cheeks
Coral lips parted in wonder
As my hands traversed the terrain
And my mouth drew forth your pleasure
From the endless well of your soul
How those valleys hollowed
And the gently rising peaks trembled and heaved
Until the quaking subsided with a noise like surrender
And you melted into a pool of wax
That I scraped up from the bedspread
And poured back into your bones with a kiss
YOU ARE READING
The Places You Go In Your Mind
PoezjaA collection of poetry that reflects the poet's state of mind over the course of many years. The poems are largely unrelated and cover many topics.
