—WHERE DO WE GO FROM HERE?

 

 

terracotta

 

even from

such an awful

distance

I paint you in

terracotta red

color of

your lips

flushed cheeks  

and chest

primed labia

let’s dance

in nothing

but the warm

sultry summer air

I’ll wash your hair

hold you like china

fold you into me

if you let me

plait our breath

with promises

of gold eternity

oh god

gawd oh

gah oh gah

closer please

there’s no one else

I’d rather

dance with

like this

than you

pinkie swear