Muscles tensed and twitched,
corrded weakness in strenght
under tightly streching skin-
I like to watch it rise and decend
in breaths.
When you are flushed,
I can't help but make
those lazy circles just below
the ribs and slightly higer
than your hips-
A plain of ivory
soft vurnerablities
that change the features
of your face from
odstrution to
need.
You forgot that it's me
who can't
hold back.
You are simple in the
most complex ways-
An autumn leaf falling against the
back drop of fall-
unearthing
the stillness
of
all the toppled logs
that whisper
when the wind
decides to stretch and stir-
Tendrils of peach fuzz rising
atop the goosebumps
that settle on your
skin.
Dauntless when your feet are
bear and breaking into the
Earth;
Roots that coil in serpent suit
neath patches of
ground decay-
Leaf- litter auburn and gold
like the flecks that glitter against
your eyes when they look
upward twords the canopy.
You are soggy and drying on
a dried river bed
where your limbs broke over the rocks...
Quiet,
lips spasming in aunmal silence.
You have your Little death,
in a place where everything is breathing
and aware.
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