Friday, February 17, 2017

Milk

Stars will slumber in milky pools
 of Aphrodite's tears,
melted marble goddesses
 cradling in the crook of one arm
love, and in the other war
 The lapping tides
 A pulsing heartbeat,
split between the two.
You are bound,
and corset-sewn into my flesh

The slow rise
of my spine
The reach of my breasts
When I draw
sharp breaths
At the lapping
of your tongue
The slow white drip
 lingering down
The tenderness
of my thigh
Hera's tears, your granted curse
Fill me
from the bottom up


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