love, lust, poetry, women

My Hands, The Mother

My hands,

The mother

Your body,

The buttons

On a child’s coat

When it’s raining

My touch calms 

your heart

Makes a wild

Rippling heaven

Of your skim

Kissing light into you

Explored from all 


Whisper your secrets

As you open to me

I have so much to


Enough to fill you



My tongue and lips

In a loving conspiracy

To make this foreign bed

A blanket heaven

Clouds for pillows

Spasms of arrhythmic joy

Clutching at my head

Singing through the

Ceiling to the skies



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