dark vortex — a tiny poem

brushbeat of your wings along my naked thigh

shivering into the tango

stepspin and drop

the tumble toward

the retreat

that little hook you left

that fingered place, that fingering

strumming all the locked chords

pulling me onto your lap

sliding into the merger

les trois

the slender line of your lips



“dark votex” — copyright 2011 — Valentine Bonnaire — all rights reserved

*feeling entirely hungry & parkerish & taut in the mo.

the exquisite image is by Mona Bardhan and this poem isn’t good enough.

But the rewrite will be.


Here is a link into some Dorothy Parker poems~! — enjoy her….

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