the sex of you
rolling and shifting
running in rivers
up and down the spiderwork lattice
of your skin
pooling in the crease
under breasts
behind knees
an eternal tide
in the sway of hips
thick and languid
tinged green with power and fertility
heavy with the aroma of sweet black tar and sweat
the sex of you
pours over me
a million poppies
in one bud
Submission Name: Quicksilver
