looking at those invisible diamonds on my fingers
you are a list of encores on my palms
an a to z of inhalations
exhalations
if these simple lips and tight tongue
could put voice to that breath
they’d talk the wind of a web
of the bind of supine spells that snare me
in the sound of your name
in a pitch night of flawless entrapment
fucking with monumental moods swings
in between the blades of these venetian blinds
shades of flaring orange and intrepid indigo
you kiss (like its supposed) to make everything ok
i rise and fall in turbulent tides, turning, forever turning
Dangling from the edge of a dawn chorus
over dreams of Onyx unicorns and fawning lilies
who turn their sex to a moaning misty moon
clouded in lost love songs not yet born
clouded in lost love songs not yet born
love so potent it’s daunting
haunting until my stomach comes out on my tongue
I give what I have
and I desire only to be here
there are wet eyes in the sky tonight
watching a rich girl
with empty pockets
slipping a diamond so willingly
onto his finger
Written by Zena Edwards©
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