Below is a piece of verse I wrote recently; I have submitted this to a couple literary journals.
If you have any, please leave your comments below – any feedback is appreciated 😀
I touched the tree’s torso: wet, stretched finger prints.
Your collar unfolded like airplane flaps. My hands cupped the
Crevice between the trunk and branch. You pinched your collar
Pulled your shirt overhead; slipped your arms out last.
I slid my finger through the wrinkles. Hands pocketed,
You shifted weight in each foot – hips swung side to
Side – as your waistline sagged to a smile.
My thumb rubbed the lips of a wrinkle: empty pea pod.
You pushed the smile to the ground.
The lips drooled sap; sap strung from my middle and index
Like trapeze wire; wire drooped onto my upperlip and smelled
Like sour honey; honey, you said, tasty huh?
I grabbed the two knots in the bark;
You fondled your pair. Back against trunk,
Legs apart, I lifted my arms, flexed; hands, fisted.
You stepped – creased my shadow –
Between my parted feet; your indexes placed
In my waist’s side-sockets.
So thin, you said with your thumbs pressed on my stomach –
Harder, harder (tightened, tightened) – like I’m