Sugared maple aglow
Torch light through earth breath opacity
Soul of female
Possessed of a Hellcat hiss
-Teeth overhang in saber stalactite puncture-
Bleeding out calcified streams
Bones, like the memory of trees in cross-bone pose petroglyphs
From where she held her breath
Rose white through the absence
A holy rite, the rain as it cleansed
Rippled her iris like bass through ribcage
Trickling to her lips, caught by her tongue
-Saline sweet, ozone rich-
Her reeling thoughts of hands and hips
Wanting more (always more) and the release (releasing in breaths and moans)
-Catching like needle on vinyl…spinning-
The scratched voice from underground, bent about her neck-a corkscrew about her ears-
The trace of moon on frostbitten petals and crimson dipped thorns
Her body a reflection of the sky…
Still…silent…ever-morphing…
Brazen…burning…ever-renewing
E.A. O'Connell
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