Seven A.M. is bared before us and
we tangle ourselves in each other,
in plains of ivory sheets.
Light breaks through the birch and I’m
under the branches of your arms,
the frenzy of your kisses.
They fire and misfire upon my
eyes hands
lips stomach
brow
knees
and in the creases of my elbows
while the birds rollick from branch to branch with
melodies in their bellies.
I’m breathing in the honeyed glow of morning in sharp, quick fits
while you test the edge of sunrise,
my broad-shouldered Icarus.
Your waxy wings of white,
your wanderlust,
Betray you as
you
fall
into me,
the first flush of daybreak.
1 comment:
theres a boy sitting in front of me with a hole in his shirt, and he has fur underneath said hole. thought you might find that interesting :D miss you.
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