Drape me with silk
lustrous as the line of my thigh,
feed me oysters
champagne lapped, finger napped,
cream whipped
to fill my hollows.
Make cartography with your mouth,
move mountains with your fingers,
tongue highways down my belly
moan your prayers
hush in my ear you are done
with her,
hope these offerings will
unfurl my heart.
***
Inspired by the
52-250 Flash a Year Challenge theme: passwords.
Not really sure where this came from, other than I had two ideas in response to this theme and two writing deadlines fast-approaching (the other piece, a story about hobos, is still in flux). I guess I was pondering how no one can really ever own another, but how we go through life trying to unlock each other's secrets. The image of a lotus flower came to me, slowly opening. Funny, but I found this little factoid AFTER writing the poem: In Asian cultures the lotus flower signifies the values of sexual purity and non-attachment.
Peace, Linda
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