I tiptoe around
this, my
d r e a m
garden
as you undress
my thoughts
with d e f t
hands
a bright
blue M o o n
just won’t stop
shining
even as
the t i m e
comes to
w a k e u p
tiptoe
Tag: seduction
ink tickles
i write on your page slightly tickling your skin with a white f e a t h e r dipping my finger into the porcelain inkwell— so delicately moist with i n d i g o i n k my soft strokes very lightly caress the most sensitive creases on your p a g e i take my dripping finger, full of sensuous thirst, and autograph some verse bites on your back c o v e r and all night long i keep writing free rhymes until you drunkenly fall a s l e e p no need for more words as smudged ink reveals i am about to lose a bird of my own f e a t h e r so long, writing lover of mine— here is one last indigo ink tickle for your g o o d n i g h t p o e t i c d r e a m s
silky promises
you told me you’d be there for me that you’d read my words late at n i g h t those silky promises yet you only skimmed through those lines flapping your dark godly wings flying out to more luscious v e r s e s those silky promises so exquisitely thin one can still inhale the aroma of cheap cigar dressed up in cuban a t t i r e those silky promises the words are still there for your one and only reading pleasure naked flowery dark and mourning just for your eyes only, those very silky promises, u n d e r t h e p a l e m o o n l i g h t
LannaZee 