Ripping Light Bare
Beneath the hum of porch light
You caress my fragrant skin,
While these eyes undress a gaze
Deepening breaths to ignite.
As we move like moistened curves,
From a heated rendezvous
I become a flamed woman…
A rhythm of dusk immersed.
And a thousand moths quiver
Glowing on open window
Of porch light’s swelling cave…
Ripping my moth-flesh bare.
Upon the grass, lips create
One prayer wafting our names;
In love, you alone bring thrills
You are earth's song …my twin mate.
Craig Cornish's Chopped ll Contest
11/13/2014
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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