Skin Laundry

   
 
We become lovers again  
grinding between these walls  
washing tomorrow’s sin  
the skin remembers 
the scent, lingering musk  
of leather and dusk  
undisturbed by racing rivulets  
   
the swell of flesh  
yields to temperament of    
morning air, barely grazing  
blooming buds blushed pink  
   
the color of yesterday’s lips  
sweet stains on labyrinth of love  
circling circumference  
of unshaped moans  
arches resigned on
geometry of your flesh  
dazed gravity of pull n’ tug  
   
bridges abridged under  
ocean's bed.  
   
I hear you whisper  
with a slow strumming of    
southern sunset charm  
dragging O’s    
to unknown horizons, and  
etching U’s in my ear  
   
Woman, I’ll make you mine in a heartbeat!
   
I can’t seem to wash    
the naked smile from my face.  
   
Knowing, owning.  Owned.  
 
 
 
 
Photo: Random google find.