Indian Summer

I am silk, red as the surface of your

Scalding tongue, I slide out eel-like

And primeval, a beguiled heart

Regurgitated post-orgasm. Every time

You see a bonfire, I hope that you’ll think

Of the moment I fell in love. The way I

Danced breasts bare, sibilate champagne

Spilling over a plastic cup, like the

Indian summers of an unattainable youth


18 thoughts on “Indian Summer

  1. Yes! The images are wonderful, smoothly joined and vivid. The ‘feel’ of this one is a mix of passion and revulsion, but the sparks fly through magnificently!

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