Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Body Parts

My fingers trace old runic signs
on the conch skin
of your thighs.
My secret key to make you weep
in moonlight.

I put my ear down to the shell
and hear the whispers
of your blood.

The sky envelops us.
God sighs.
I kiss you
and pray for rain.

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