October 22nd, 2011 · 0 comments

a night of hard laughter and expensive wine, passionate conversation, throaty & lush in the mouth. we promise to visit vineyards, care for a friend’s exotic birds, fold paper flowers in a distant temple. at some point during the night i lose my heels, soften at the pain of a young man, kiss the sticky-sweet mouth of a beautiful woman. hours in, my hands become familiar, fingers resting on wrists, hips, collarbones. low words and high laughter, the turn of a head, the shift of the slip i’m wearing (my red lipstick smile); i contain so much light in my belly here, so much heat in this space, &somewhere under the witching hour, in the hushed prayer of stars, i stretch like a cat, sleepy. queen like. homeward; a low purr, heart pressed to palm.

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