Thursday, August 24, 2017

love letter from the chaise lounge

My lover has given me flowers
that live forever
figs which grow sweeter
with time.

On a dark cold afternoon
I wrap soft sheets around
my naked body,
cold for the warmth
of his paper skin.

The day lilies
and my body
open up,
nerves trilling in
a fire of photosynthesis—
green life glowing in
a throbbing maidenhead,
crafting perpetual life
from his sunshine.

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