pretty

I really never wanted
to be a pretty girl
mingling in tidepools
of other pretty girls

I want to rise matchless
against the posing stars
scintillating in my flame
branding your secrets
with fingertip perfume

and you will smell me
in the center of a thousand pretty smiles
and cry for depths and thirsting
when I make my own wine
and frost your glass with breath
of lip petal glossing

should you ever dive
the wilds of these waters
and swim open mouthed
against froth of pinked waves

when there is no salt
on other lips like mine
and I am your woman there
in never forget oceans

what of pretty girls


I will breathe
and you will know it
by name

H