skin pop/

Michael Raven poems September 1, 2021 1 Minute

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

Published by Michael Raven

Michael Raven has been murdering innocent words since some time in primary school and hasn’t had the decency to stop after he was first published in second grade. During the mid-90s, he was the emcee at a spoken word/open mic salon, "Sweet Immolation", in Seattle’s Belltown neighborhood. He is deeply interested in the Old Ways and in shamanic traditions. View all posts by Michael Raven

Published September 1, 2021