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serenity
by Rachelle Howethighs, so soft, open, inviting. i
press my palms to the feel
of your nit beneath my fingernails.
and i have, dwelled in your womb tonight,
dwelled, and spent. you're panting,
laying there as i dig my tongue
deeper, deeper. and i flick,
flick and swell, your innermost secrets kept:
your taste harbored in my nose like a fugitive. 08/23/2004 Author's Note: *wry grin* rebecca parker, this is for you.
Posted on 08/23/2004
Copyright © 2024 Rachelle Howe
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 08/24/04 at 12:52 AM you build the rhythm well with your choice of sounds...so softly sibilant in the beginning, and peaking with deep, digging, flicking....then the last line a sigh of smoke. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 08/24/04 at 06:13 PM Whooeee! Yeah, you were right! |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 09/14/04 at 02:24 PM sexy! |
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