This is my littered personality,
My inability to comprehend.
Touching fingertips delicately
– Lubricated fingertips –
That have dipped and swooned.
And you came to me, big eyes.
Licking at my salty shoulders
Feline & instinctual. And cupping.
Tag: salty
The Last of My Soul (day 1032)
For the last of my soul
Lingered between barnacles,
To which, much to my dismay,
Spread blood amongst salty bubbles
Relocating my healthy initiative
– Re-digesting my acquired taste –
Into little bits of fish-bait.
My conscience flittered
Into spraying mist
Diving deep to discover
The last of my soul