~ after Octavio Paz, “Touch”
My fingers
search beneath your curtains of green,
your leaves broad enough to cover
our original immodesty.
My mouth
closes on your mouth,
dense with seeds and secrets.
~ after Octavio Paz, “Touch”
My fingers
search beneath your curtains of green,
your leaves broad enough to cover
our original immodesty.
My mouth
closes on your mouth,
dense with seeds and secrets.
YUM!