In the Dark Velvet Night

Two emeralds
in this bowl
of stones

kissing
beauty marks
only they know.

Stars,
little gold nails
scratching skin.

Moon,
whites of eyes
and
curling toes.

Heartstrings
will be cut
tomorrow,
but –

silk sheets
feel better
with no clothes.

 

Caleigh Wesmer

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