beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Summon me

Summon me from

Memory

The rich timbre

Of my voice.

Hands

Hurting and healing.

Press my weight

Against you

Barely able to breathe

But my force

Opens a cage door

And some part of you

Takes flight

 

 

 

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One thought on “Summon me

  1. shaunsthreshold says:

    I love the way the “But” introduces alternate interpretations from that point: She could be taking flight with or from. It reads so unequivocal up until that point, but then becomes wonderfully enigmatic. Brilliant.

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