just testing my pen

{iii}  
press'd twixt cheek & tongue, two syllables
hammer'd into soft tissue
an orchid-sweet confession ov bone [&] sinew  
rasping pores, the glide ov saline pearls
in the slivers where light pools & is swallow'd as hills fall  
surge in angst  
collapse as spun glass paroxysms  
 
{ii}  
the violent storm ov pupil inhaling iris_ devouring lash & skin  
unbuttoning ribs  
until my faberge heart shatters, needles my insides  
your fingertips  
that breathless space between my nothingness
& the warmth ov your mouth  
 
{i}
champagne fizz ov follicles torn, dark ringlets  
worn around your white knuckl'd scalping