tagErotic Poetrywell it was I who chose to start

well it was I who chose to start

byannaswirls©

tethered ankles I am wisp
your hand passes, wind-swayed I bow
close eyed

I do not remember how I moved,
how I spoke to bring you to me
how to whisper-tone your voice
how to hold your glare

I drop things
cut my cloth
smaller I stand
bared to you

"too literal darling!
too many pronouns pass your lips!"

your fist-crush carnation
presses pink from my petals
I melt like wafer on tongue

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