Sunday, August 18, 2013
midnight bourbon and cool silk
she walks with hair like
acrid smoke tousled with perfume
eyes daubed in azure at their edges
and flesh like condensed milk brought to a boil.
her touch must be like
the first feeling of cool silk
upon freshly showered skin
in a room that greets dusk openly.
curves beneath her blue shift
dress as waves that lap at costa rican beaches
and her words pour like midnight bourbon
leaving me a pleasurable burn as i take them in.