i lay with you on the pews
my shirt on your skin
a cassock id gladly remove.
alone at last, but not.
your eyes honey in the light
of the stained glass sun
through the leaves.
the summer breeze's
anaemic cool
velvet on your flushed cheeks
the wine red of your lipstick
dissolving with every kiss.
passion holding onto me
with painted black nails
as if andromeda were colliding with earth.
my calloused fingertips
pressed to your solar plexus.
wither the calla lily,
blade point between your fishnets.
you're so dark,
gentle eta piscium
tea light in the void
so much greater than the sun.
lie to keep us
our prodigious secret.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poesíagive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
