The steam from the bath
swirls like smoke curling
from your open lips;
in goodbye and greeting.
& as the sweat drips with water
down my spine, jaw, clavicle
and breasts, I can taste
the tobacco of midnight –
kisses intertwined with sleep
and the stars shining;
a silver crown atop the ebony
head of a clear night sky.
Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Great post 🙂
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Full of imageries…
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The tobacco of midnight — what a line!
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Thank you! 💛
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Sexy poem. ❤
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Thanks!
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