Poem: Plasma

sunburnt flesh
inside of my chest
layers of alkaline fine
burning and blistered
from exposure to your divine plasma fueled
fates like ribbons
entwined and out of my mind silk

pouring out of my mouth
onto your sacred skin and

in
so
deep night stars drag across your face
overwhelmed and undone
for your eternal.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Poem born from: washing my skin in full moon/light.