Under red hibiscus cotton
I become blood
bones flex like greenery
sinewy words exude, your mouth
stretches syllables along my spine,
softly I belong
emersed under the watermarks.
Hand-printed batik finds fingers
cajoled inside diamonds of origami skin,
bends into the curve of your cerulean
hands, that reach into my milky clouds.
Shrouded follicles cascade
like verbs to entrap the moment.
and stanzas of sensual foundations
fascinate arousal points,
after midnight this flower opens.










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