feeling the light slipping in
teasing the shadows
leaving me hidden in the corner
bathed in shade
black and white
absence of grey
I felt this morning a sense of laying against you back.... head to toe.... under the sheets
just the sense of skin
and pulse
it was a close and satisfying feeling
the simplicity of a touch with no demands
as though, if I lay there long enough with you
I would watch the lines of your tattoos slide into me
the lines of ink extending, flowing, melting and reforming
knots from you into me
against your back, skin to skin
the warmth, the resonance, the taste
laying on top of me
we are both straight, touching
arms and legs together
face to face
lips inches away, eyes looking into each others
ink seeps in
disassembled, reassembled
over unending
metamorphoses
sculpted in the semblances of a spiral
downward rush of carved elations
smooth in abstract
cool beneath a kiss
touch, feel, flesh, pulse, real
ink seeps in
pools and evaporates
becoming
veiled insanities.
sip a cup of ripples
a shiver in the throat
yearning claws a gouge
into opacity.
pierced, piece by piece, unforced.
©lesservoice2009
not ok
3 weeks ago





