Olivia Chevron

To Erica (An Anagram)

The black straps down to your dcollet
feel sure, like my pianos narrow notes.
If I left them to stroke your ivory skin
would you take charge and instead seduce me?
Id let you stir my thoughts and coax
a gentle absinthe cloud and drink me in.
And from the corner of my copper eyes,
between honeyed words falling from your mouth,
Ill watch the ink and pitch of what youre wearing
ride up on each unbitten eggshell thigh,
and challenge play me til I flow and douse
a blaze to an ashen bed, and staring
on my back Id reach up to you, undressed,
and may taste wormwood, rising off your breast.


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Published on e-Stories.org on 01/05/2007.


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