Your light summer
blouse as thin

as a butterfly’s wing,
crackles faintly in the air

with scents of budding
sweat and Chanel n°5.

My eyes flutter
by

once
or twice,

get caught

in between
your fingers
curling

around
the last

button.

And
your light summer
blouse as thin

as a butterfly’s wing,
speaks open.

Your breasts,
ripped-out

from hollow sky,
rise over a garden

of sweat
and Chanel n°5

like twin
suns panting
outwards,

as they drench
their thirst

in my breath. Round
and full, their sting

anchors deep down
on the mouth

and unleashes
in my throat

pages black
with sonnets,

and shutters
in my pores

melting on the tongue
like honey from the comb.

Your light summer
blouse as thin

as a butterfly’s wing,
crackles faintly in the chair

with scents of budding
sweat and Chanel n°5.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

_________________

 

Photo : Unknown