Written by m ennenbach

etch

in your whimsical
dreamrobes
bedazzled
with infinite latticework
to frame the edges
of indefinable ache
you float
off the ground
in a state of flux
between flight and feral
your sharp teeth
your indelible desire
draped across
the hellmouth
welling
in my vesuvius frame

if i could
etch my name
across your inner thighs
pen an ode
to the soft flesh
corded muscle
with the nib of
my tongue
would the stars fall
one by one
to drift across
the night sky
of heady need
pulled into your
storm
to punctate
the story of love

as told from me
to you

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