your name replays
in the undertone
of my thoughts
over and over
beneath the persistent pulse
of blue skies
and the beat of sunshine.
i imagine your lips
to taste sticky and sweet,
red like the pomegranate
we shared.
your skin is dark and salty.
indian paintbrush left
orange on your fingertips
and there, the yellow rays
of a buttercup's laughter
tickling beneath your chin.
the suggestion of a smile
dancing from the corner of your mouth,
the reflection of sun
and one cloud
in your blue eyes. |
Submission Name: satisfaction
