duet

his blue
belief
was sorrow
wild to
kiss the
curve of her
raw skin
to bruise
her cloudy
eye his
harsh hot
teeth sharp with
need honed
on rocks
and bones scraped
her lids
a lash
of love to
cut the
sullen
tongue of her
to bite
the hard
seed of her
heart he
dreamed to
swallow her
whole &
singing
she let him

   

Comments

[Anna Piutti]

Beautiful poem with vivd imagery!