undone.

My lips,

too hot for my face

now,
gallop their heat

in a wildfire

up into my eyes,
& their guns,

oh! how they

crepitate in my ears…
Rise!

the smell of her skin

burnishing

in our melting sweats.
Undone,
my lips

combust

combust
combust
to a thieving

silvery red,
before ashes.
Unleashed,
my lips,

open,
& heavy

laden

by your thighs

–down to the curb

& the flower fields
are battered

to tears,
as your storm, feverish,

grows

blossoms
& breaks

between my legs
–dragging my lips

bare.
I can taste

her salt
and my hands

scramble for shelter,

distraught,
I scrape

& drift further

along her stretched
leather
until her lips…

& they combust

combust
combust

to a blinding

silvery red,
before ashes
–dragging my lips

bare.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

_______________

amedeo-modigliani

Art : Amedeo MODIGLIANI

 

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