mineral intimacy

unabashedly love
the minerals of you / I
always was a wind-fuckèd
gull for the White Cliffs pressd
hard & lithic between the lower elements
of yr lips / When u flay me w/ bracken its lust
is prefloriferous / I used to sit awake in the beetling
dark to watch yr erosion ‘til I stared so long tht fickle hair
fell deciduous ‘round my shoulders & when I lookèd away my
lashes wer caught in yr layers & tore clean off like the stripping of bark /
Now prt of me’s filed in yr endless strata & the wind combs hotly my nkd eyes