Monday 17 April 2023

Bramble

 

Day Seventeen







Bramble
We are entwined
Are these thorns
Yours or mine? Your
Spectral
Violet
Mouth is
Slick with syrup
Lips
Prickled
Juice
Drizzled

Oh my blackberry
Bramble
Darling, free your
Spectral
Violet
Mouth
Unfurl
Your thicket
Glisten
Rake my skin
And prick it

Bramble
Bitten sweet, with
Berry tongue
We are as one
Flesh
Picked
Juice
Licked
Ever with your
Spectral
Violet
Mouth





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