cold mornings 

try to chill my heart 

to slow. 

coffee brews

as light peers

through a foggy window.

I press my body 

against the glass 

and am suddenly 

a moth beating against 

the screen door on 

hot summer nights.

the inner darkness flows

dreaming of wild days 

and sunlit beaches.

and your mouth 

dangerous upon my flesh.

my bare pussy 

shows the world 

everything 

she 

ever 

wanted. 

sweet wetness soothes, 

and mourns, 

magic spoken 

from afar to deaf ears.