it was the weight of your fingers that transformed my flesh from that of girlhood into the first, pupal glimpses of a lover/it was the shape of your tongue that threaded my soul bare, unseamed the whorls of my skin from my palms/salting my wounds with the flavor of your teeth/your kiss that first spoke my funeral rites and then cast me out from my own womb and into the starry, glorious unknown/burning your air into the first breath of my/newborn lungs/the slope of your eyes that became the blurry expanse of my sky, your hollowing bones that became my burrow –
ESTÁ A LER
tyrants
Poesiathe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
