in furs/

©2021 Michael Raven

cut light archive
an alcove shoved
dustworn and ragged
give my sight to
the waters
give my blood to 
the other
i stand firm, stone
with cold-wrought
lips in kiss waiting
for the clamshell
to crack open
naked in your bliss

you may think
i've forgotten
but i still dream in
starlight, nightshaded
aching for that
softskin feather
grazing my neck
Photo by Pavel Danilyuk on Pexels.com

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