Sexual Musings :: Feathers

IMG_9618My words roll off you like water beads on duck feathers and I find myself wishing – even for an instant- to be the lake you dunk your head in to shut out the sounds of the world. To be the lapping surface of your liquid peace, caressing your neck as you dive for solace. A rippling, crystalline source of disconnection from the loom of clouds on the horizon and long days barely staying afloat. Yet, my gentle murmurs of understanding pill up like glass tear drops along your back and fall into the ocean you choose to stay oblivious in.

Copyright © 2016 Pearl Bayou


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