Brag of nothing but the day uncertainty will end

Lurching against time, we sway unsteadily in impatient thick air

Cleave to me, together we are captured amber beneath magnetite

When her mouth opens, my fingers twitch by my side to devour

her breath is anise and flowers, her skirts are thick and unyielding

she opens like a late blossom, sheltered from bad weather, will surely

be most radiant

0 Replies to “Devour”

  1. The woman in the photo = a gem… as well as the following lines:

    “she opens like a late blossom, sheltered from bad weather, will surely

    be most radiant”

    Passion-packed and intimately intense.

  2. my favorite words were yr first
    “Brag of nothing but the day uncertainty will end”
    I envy you for giving birth to this line.. that could take off to anywhere. bravo, g.r.

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