brushbeat of your wings along my naked thigh
shivering into the tango
stepspin and drop
the tumble toward
that little hook you left
that fingered place, that fingering
strumming all the locked chords
pulling me onto your lap
sliding into the merger
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.