Yesterday We Made Love

 

jasmine between my thighs

brush of a feather caressing my

lips-a-plenty

wet

succulent salty

 

the warmth of your tongue licking honey 

from the crest of my supple hips

 

holding

 

stretching

sweating pulsing

skin on skin

moanings

 

tingles running between my toes

dripping from the tips of my earlobes

 

like the boom boom rhythm 

of the drum

the afterglow of morning he will not share

catching me unprotected 

so I will tell him I am night.

 

chaos skips ahead 

 

strength smells like winter rains

like how a strand of his hair 

smells of a weeping willow

 

clipped birds’ wings…

smells like lost dreams            

like the silent orange/red of

his sun-stroked lashes

 

tastes like water on thirsty skin

like a meal for two

 

eaten alone

 

the fall of a rose

a raven calling morning to its friends 

ocean wind and sand playing tag you’re it!

 

the sunrise whispers to the moon, ‘thanks, I got this’

 

© Kat Croswell

 

Bio:  Kat Croswell is an Oakland transplant with Chicago roots. She’s a proofreader and poet with an MFA in fiction. Her many published pieces include winning a Novel Writing Festival. Kat wrote the first draft of her debut novel long hand and is currently seeking a publisher for her second one.