illustrated thoughts in bass string voices
summer breaking autumn like a bark in plaster crack ruin
eyes drain color of a wind downed apple
-your appetite whetting-
mental storms in fury spell a cyclone pressed orchard
-you think upon me-
upon the
first bite: Revelation :succulent
swell of lips, will of hips
grass stained thighs and the dying warmth of rain welling within my fingertips
-the length of your spine-
your head rolls heavy with earthen womb daughter songs
your eyes see ghost shadows dance in the wake of leaves
prints remain giving life to dreams
proof to
incarnate: Resurrection :impossibility
the halls of your mind still echoing my breathing
E.A. O'Connell
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