If you were here we'd be lost
Avoiding high tide
In the black jungle of our room.
We would heave the night off our backs
in our tent filled with doves.
You would lick my words by candlelight
Growing drunk off the fistfuls of honey I'd throw at you.
I would rise from a scallop shell to become your treasure
in a very still and stainless night.
Together we would spill every unwritten word.
1 comment:
Powerful poem, Alice. Really like the ending, it is a fitting ending to the well crafted imagery in the lines. Please post more poems!
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