healing

her face purrs
sex
and America
teeth,
glory and cars

he wants to
pull all of her in,
hear her temporary song, but
listen for the hymn
written in code

he smiles in her skin
can’t stop racing
over her July legs
drinking those
Vegas sparkler eyes

hard at her scent
forever wanting
more… another taste
can not drench his
memory full

a dream
gets haunted
by the softest
grip,
slyest grin
a slip of a giggle

once lucky hands
run idle
fumbling now
for words

for light

and for release
from what was
brought to the fore
through
her impossible kiss

tawmnation