stories to tell

 pursed, moist, brilliant, silken kiss of a sweet breeze summer never ends

inundated by the sounds of your laughs i swim happy to drown in your voice while waves crash above  and the sun is brightened by your alabaster sculptures and cardinal lips.   in a dark and dusty basement a fluttering breath of a humming bird's wings for a minuscule growing plant is more than life; it is happiness. the silhouette of your flames blinds i freely fly into the darkest light while ephemeral licks of pain and pleasure of fire and light and beauty that your shadow dares copy end at the tip of your hips.