Earthsome Touches And Distant Moons.
Pardon my Earthsome tone of butter milk down your thighs, racing like droplets running out to meet your sea.
by Chasity Dorsey
I awaken you in every kiss, mountain upon mountain,
Stream against stream.
My gentleness then claims a haunting in you,
a gathering distant fool,
you lost yourself in the opening of hearts, where daughters forgot their names,
in your place.
You wished out to the siren moon like dense oceans and parted venues
where my love was easy to wash away in the roaring rain, watchful and enveloped....
and constantly delayed.