pleasures of delight
last not long
feeling vines of his hands map your bodice
skin to skin
linen to skin
a hollow yearning to peel back petals of your entrance
venturing for a taste of sticky sap
escaping down your sides
trees bellow cries
echoes of your song
weaving along branches strung
up in pines and ravens feathers
euphoric vices draw down to your knees
weak and wanting
eluded deer in the groves
petty devices
singular services from wolffish sons
devouring on all fours
in the end abandoned in the moors;
was it worth it little deerling?
-prey picked clean
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Thorns in Elysian Fields
PoetryA collection of poems that embodies themes of Greek mythology, growth, revival, healing, and love. "she tasted stars between the cracks of her teeth, wondering what it would be like to devour the universe."
