tagErotic PoetryMorning Clay

Morning Clay

bySelena_Kitt©

Red clayed fingernails
trace an outline--lips, shoulder, elbow.
I am not asleep,
but you and I are content
to pretend
in slow breathed tenderness.
Your crimson night art sits
untouched.
I am morning clay,
sculpted by your breath.

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