Earth and i commune
this morning.
She paints her sun’s rays
like fingertip
down the front of my neck
warm
creeps under the edge of my shirt
finds my collarbone
her cutting chill breath
slips down my throat and
into my lungs
sending sudden and delighted
shock
across my nerves’
skin.
Do i even have
surfaces enough
to take in
the obscene and abundant pleasures
she presents?
Earth and i commune
this morning.
i groan.
About the Author - Margo Schall: Margo is an educator, a lifelong student and cosmologist, a poet & bookmaker, and a queer lover in it all. Margo believes in erotics as our lifepower and our juice for justice that’s not dry. She believes in words as a way to reach, to long, to try.
Photo Credit: Fuu J
