WD SONNET

Distance that hooks in my spine holding me down a frenzy of spectral wasps on my skin graze frustrated desire surrenders splashdown render me into uncommon limbs that splays this pink meat of me for your vulpine hunger your tongue binds me in absent eloquence the date of your arrival seems far longer the need for you immediate permanence you call out again, feed you me in morsels soothe these burns under my skin with your soft voice talking down the... Read More