light in the chatter of wind,
bedroom eyes for your palm
fits right into belonging.
to ring me clean of dirty fingers
and flesh to grip -
it is yours to linger.
newly piece in
the morning, the sun and its blister
softly.
take me for a prize of
priceless love.
you will in the end, charming, and coyly,
wound smiling. as they all feast while
dining.
bedroom eyes for your palm
fits right into belonging.
to ring me clean of dirty fingers
and flesh to grip -
it is yours to linger.
newly piece in
the morning, the sun and its blister
softly.
take me for a prize of
priceless love.
you will in the end, charming, and coyly,
wound smiling. as they all feast while
dining.