feel me my love #poem #poetry

feel me my love
inside the succulent black grapes
which burned our taste
in nights of ardor and of sand
between your spade
and the incandescence of the hurt bull
the blood and sweat of a forgotten afternoon
fragments in red and blue my soul

orchids’ wings bury my flesh
into a bath bewitched by roses and by oils
my fingers brush your lips
a leaf rises
yet another falls
feel me my love
in the mist of our souls
the third eye of an iguana
desperately calls

@short-prose-fiction


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