The love bite on my inside knee
Hangs sentences singed
Through silken ribbon
Within your grip
Every fold set
By my fingertips
Lingers perfumed smoke
In a taste for your skin
Inspiration
A cut on my knee, so fine to wonder how it happened, burned in a barely there line of red after a midnight bath. Drying my hair, I still had the aftermath of hand wash to tend before climbing in bed.
This journal snippet alludes to…
Currently unassigned / unpublished episode