you are angel eyed and loose lipped/ the way you wash me in the sweet balm of your laughter right before you carve lines into my cheeks
and it is in the way you move/ flicker beat/ kissing me hard and twice as sweet/ the way i recall something that's been lost on me
against the beating hearts and beating fists of the boughs in your hair/ wild curls so flawed and free/ i have become convinced that in your love hides the sunlight
even in the fading twilight of your old pain/ unclasping it against the dying hearth/ with the earth between your lips
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe 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
