Saturday, March 4, 2023

porcelain

The cold touches its toes as

the song soaks through, 

the sky so blue as the winds 

animate the tantrum,

livid palms dancing in 

the storm struck sun. This flavor

crisp with stricken match

scratches as you taste

the incantation sparks stretching 

clean from your teeth

smiling as it slips

the words off my tongue,

the ink on your skin sharp

down your shoulder,

dazzling with the magic,

the beauty in the moment 

pretending to be still

cupped hands holding

that thought as the picture 

poses in your pulse

leavening sight with 

a gush of reaching steam.

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