Quiver

9/8/18 – I haven’t written in a long time.  Thanks to last night’s poetry event, I was inspired to pick up paper and pen, keyboard and screen, all is fuel, there are lines everywhere, words are weapons and mortar, mortar and pestle, words are shell-shocked places, words are feverish embraces, words are honey, words are…

it’s the shiver

in the quiver

of her hips

sway sway sway

fluid bones

fingertip-kisses

tender spot

between thighs

full, fleshy

fettishly

he loves

that softest part of her