A collaborative effort of me and Benjamin Grossman.
The bountiful lilac purple wisterias curtain our bedroom window
The humidity of summer and the sound of cicadas wake us
My breasts swell in the cup of your hands
The curve of my body lazily responding to your offering
There is only one line you fit between
Fold me into origami with nothing but your tongue
Our bodies contort into a paper crane
Loving for 1000 years till we turn grey
Our souls take flight through the lilac purple haze into the flush blue eternity.
Flicker of Thoughts 