Today
I want to draw the areolas of pomegranates-
Bursting peaches,
Rippling kale-
Slight variations of bent
Bananas,
A graphite still life
of you,
Instead
I feast on remembering,
The circadian rhythm
Of our bodies.
The custard hot glaze of your tongue.
As you sizzle my skin
with your own artistry,
We laugh at our
words
Eating sighs-
Forgetting language,
as we
meld
angled sweet
symmetry
of our bodies
softly whispering intent-
measuring the
rise and fall of our
breath,
with only
exhalation
Lingering-
For a moment I forget
And with pestle
And mortar
To pound yellow ochre
Raw sienna brown-
Dripping cadium blue
On coldpress paper-
The cashmere of my days
Spent-
On her , and you
Cracking sunflowers with my teeth-
lifting the meat with my tongue-
Sucking the brine,
Of each shell-
Spitting out each memory
With a crunch
Until
My lips burn-
Drinking the iciest of water
Just to
Shake
And go back to you-
&
your
Vivacious
Goddess curves-