Now I'm Eating Amber

Have we ever changed these sheets?
They are smudgy and soft.
They are layered burnt sap
rubbing on and off your skin.

I try to clean you
but when I lick your hair
my mouth bleeds.

My tongue snags your stockings,
catches on your ring
and with it your finger and arm and thigh.
You (knotted up with my grosgrain tongue)
are hard to swallow.

I'm used to eating secreta.
This time it's translucent and tastes
of trees, water, salt, smoke.

Posted by Trista @ 10:05 AM

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your poetry ALWAYS takes my breath away.

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