Smoke Words
Soot stains my tongue from the ash remnants of the fire we made the blaze in our wake fingers black, trails down the back of my spine now singed tinged with the time taken to grind bones down slow I, mortar you pestle nestled at the base of me settled sweet drawing ache from me working circles smoothing soothing surfing at the wake of me sheets steeped the sweet tea of wet sex sweat salt sea I imagine we look like shadows charcoal on canvas smudged soft spread across all our angles with abandon with fervor ravenous for flesh teeth bared mouth begging to be fed the slow simmer of glances becomes actions kisses are kindling igniting inviting heat builds burns bright brighter blinding we explode stars in our throes cries in our throats tears spill hot dampen darken embers taper to glow walls coated in gold we red...