Something swimming lingers

by MBKuhl

Being bright like stars falling illustrious lines your

when undressing me you my clothes slowly also falling

everywhere the lights, the glimmering of sounding shapes the

scene in orange angled evenings and  hushed heavy breathing,

slow, sweeping evenings your birds like leaves ruffled and restless;

every lillied lump in your throat trickling with wings and things

shake the night peeling petals till they sing.

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