torn labels

stand her up against                         th trains and th stars
take her blowjob
and lay quietly near                                    th shore

kiss th salt from her mouth
and swim all along her legs

warm                                                    basil night
cinque terre beyond time
on a love trial
and caught between                                       th tide and espresso              cliffs

a painter – I will
play him – found her
unraveled in color

a chef’s eye
red sun and                                         light blackstrap
he peeled                                       her
consumed                                                        ,,                 her
in a fusion of waves

princess scallops
pale skin and black panties
salt stars and
bethlehem hunger

she th smallest continent
swallows raw
and come

is coming in
olives and valpolicella
trains kiss
in tunnels

th ancient day leaves
vertical towns and window candles
secret

# posted by hardyf : 13:34