11-15-2011, 12:05 PM
I, naked before glass; she
unfolds her shadows.
Cloth-caught, her moonlight echoes
pull, tide-twisting. I am drawn.
Razor tongue slices, drip
lick, groan and touch of
flesh, breathe.
I am she is me and we
are burning.
unfolds her shadows.
Cloth-caught, her moonlight echoes
pull, tide-twisting. I am drawn.
Razor tongue slices, drip
lick, groan and touch of
flesh, breathe.
I am she is me and we
are burning.
It could be worse