Free verse № 154
la petite mort
hands discovering planes
and valleys
hoping they've never been touched
with such audacity
such intimacy
but is anything a frontier anymore?
maybe where lust and love intersect
maybe at its vertex
where teeth express hope
on the napes of necks,
nails carve
sonnets along the lengths
of writhing backs,
hips ascertain exactly
how legs can be affectionately splayed,
arms perfect the tightest embrace
and hair cannot help but
be entangled in fingers
signing "I love you"
15 comments
and SO sexy!!!! (bien sur)
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