- Erotic Poetry
- well it was I who chose to start
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Click heretethered ankles I am wisp
your hand passes, wind-swayed I bow
close eyed
I do not remember how I moved,
how I spoke to bring you to me
how to whisper-tone your voice
how to hold your glare
I drop things
cut my cloth
smaller I stand
bared to you
"too literal darling!
too many pronouns pass your lips!"
your fist-crush carnation
presses pink from my petals
I melt like wafer on tongue
- COMMENTS
The title is in one of my favorite songs, Angel of the Morning, by Merilee Rush and the Turnabouts. And the content, beautiful.