Jack Duckett
Joined August 2017
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Elderflower
I My eyes meditate on you; the static stones of your sprawled body, and the tectonic,lazy grinding of your megalithic limbs that shy away from the golden organ pipes burning through the canopy smattered above, honeyed lasers on our shared milk-flesh. As the corners of your mouth rise, and your tongue quakes on your elderflower sorbet, mine does too. You are walled by feathery blades of dew soaked lawn and dandelions,the monumental press of your tired body forming the fringes of a tangled exoskeleton.
By Jack Duckett7 years ago in Poets