dip it in
and make it drip honey
make my eyes
flutter
see swirling vignettes
feel it like that
smooth and rich
slide like it's slippery
inhale like angel
dust
knees bent and forgiving
body unfurling like
origami
vision like steam
on a cold winter window
head atop cumulus clouds
morning dew dribbling down
you do a certain
staccato
that makes the calmest rivers
run wild
your name dances
on the edge of my lips
a slow infinity
between murmurs
time has become warped
because you twisted it
in the creases you made
on the bedsheet
dynamite kisses
on ruby cheeks
and finally
we become
a supernova
ČTEŠ
I, Girl
Poeziei am my own god, my own spirit, my own prayer. -- a complete series of 44 poems concerning girlhood, dread, and catholic guilt.
