To Sylvanwillow & Versailles Leaf
Forgive me if I seem oblivious to your fame.
I can't get past the butter of your sunflower skin
and honey licked mane.
You smell of the promise of
tender flesh and tangled legs, more tender still.
and I can't shake the feeling that you're only
a warm breeze on Aprils' window sill.
If the taste of your belly matches
the berry of your eyes'
promise
.
I will live on nothing but your flesh until,
my eyes open no more, nor see.
There may I live..
?
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ReplyDeleteForgive me if I seem oblivious to your fame.
I can't get past the butter of your sunflower skin
and honey licked mane.
You smell of the promise of
tender flesh and tangled legs, more tender still.
and I can't shake the feeling that you're only
a warm breeze on Aprils' window sill.
If the taste of your belly matches
the berry of your eyes'
promise
.
I will live on nothing but your flesh until,
my eyes open no more, nor see.
There may I live in
my own little
ME
¿
Thanks
C.S. Leaf
Craig Leaf