the rise and fall of words

 

With hardened consonants and
the soft whisper of vowels
you penetrate my pages
your words are entangled legs
your pauses the press of moistened lips
my stanzas cupped in your graceful hands
your long fingers couplets
that slip slowly along my hips
and between my thighs
words evoking rhythm and rhyme
between the folds of my skin
you coax a lingering blush,
the rise and fall of my breasts,
reflected in your eyes.

By c.m.brooks

 

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~ by christinambrooks on March 29, 2016.

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