As if you were Midas

just before night’s end
water laps along the shore
caressing the sand

your breath on my neck
rolling warmly forward, back
across pale, bare skin

rough fingertips trace
unmapped pathways across the
freckles of my face

my lips slip along
the cusp of sinewed shoulder,
hollow of your neck

two dragonflies dawn-gilded
conjoined along water’s edge

5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jason A. Muckley
    Aug 01, 2019 @ 02:30:07

    I love the images you paint with your words 🙂

    Reply

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