slippery like silk
a writhing worm
the morning of rain, dirt caked
laughing together with mud in our fists
My knuckles curled tight
airly perfumed, light as satin sheets
sonorously, that single word effused
was it love? what was that word?
singeing the hair of my nose
lungs greasy and charred
i am blind to your poignancy
a blend of senses
I love you flutters
butterfly silk
i cannot distinguish...