skin pop/

©2021 Michael Raven

i skinpop each of your words
my slow burning high, that
slipstream sipping through
my arm
                               my heart
                 my soul
           to see with your eyes
the colors and shadows and
dreamscape hollows
my mouth tasting sex with
each
      carefully
                 chosen
                           notesong
                         sung
in each calliope
       in each morning
                         sun
turning through the times
widdershin carnival
                        temptation
before resting my head
          your hips
sleepy and drained
                 with wings on
sleeves, ink still wet and 
     named yours by rune