My refuge is here
in this beautiful
ink
dance
these curves of letters like lovers wrapped around the thigs
my temple arms winding dreams with ankle bells jingling
my torture
rapture in refined wrappings
around the breasts
the days opening my pages with colorful allure
dressed in sharp little claws
my swinging undulations slick and smooth against a hip
a curve of cheek between my palms
Darken me
I don’t care
corral me
I won’t burst my tethers
all I want is to be your decollatage
your lips’ honey
your every need embe dded in fine parchment
golden beaded papyrus
sugar cubes between my teeth
wounds in my bones
sweet berries on a vine before my calighraphic shift
and curves
to fill your belly
and your mind
pear
succulent
syrup glaze
across a tale sprinkled with fresh mint
and life
©2007victoriaseleneskyedeme
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