cold mornings
try to chill my heart
to slow.
coffee brews
as light peers
through a foggy window.
I press my body
against the glass
and am suddenly
a moth beating against
the screen door on
hot summer nights.
the inner darkness flows
dreaming of wild days
and sunlit beaches.
and your mouth
dangerous upon my flesh.
my bare pussy
shows the world
everything
she
ever
wanted.
sweet wetness soothes,
and mourns,
magic spoken
from afar to deaf ears.
