Reclinerland
MISS HAZE.
maybe i'm jealous of windows and bridges. they get to be walked all over and looked through by you. and the days will be longer than the stains on my duvet.
salty-chested, starlit gestures, sweet cushions. moistened days won't be honey-colored haze. haze.
wait 'til i get you in red light all alone.
upward inching knees, bold.
sticky limbs and warm weight.
wet mouth. oh.
and you drift back: warm milk, slow. my lo.
maybe i'm jealous of windows and bridges.
they get to be walked all over
and looked through by you.
but i want to.
From Letras Mania