skin
wild wind-swept
red lace
liquid blossoms
© 1998 m. hughes
slender
dirty
dry
hair
like
blue glass
love
and
secret tongues
leaving marks
on myt skin
as she whispers,
'teach me, please,
teach me how'
of her eyes
like people
in the
immense
darkness
of her light
consuming him
in burning smoking
tendrils