Dreamboat

Can you smell the lightness of my skin? There is new love resting there like early morningdew.

I met a young mariner. Last night he and I cast an anchor and baptised ourselves in the still ocean of new lovers’ wonder. He laughs like wildflowers blooming anew, kisses like the mists of violent waterfalls that gently diffuse, fucks like lightning striking open skies of empyrean blue. When the music stops and the lights dim, he presses brightness into the inside of my skin with the deference of a hymn.

See how I glow now, I’m the orange moon. I sing lullabies to tempest seas, I temper crashing waves and spellbind gravity to pull my mariner closer to me.

Can you feel the lightness of my laughter falling like gossamer on your skin? I think I’m starting to sound like him. 

08/09/21