Her lips were the curled pages of a book,
Holding their words well, yet drew blood when fingers tread too carelessly.
Her eyes flickered like a storm through the blinds,
I longed for her gaze, but feared her attention.
Petal Dance (2013) ‘ペタル ダンス’ Directed by Hiroshi Ishikawa
a meeting place for two fumbling
forms in the dark.
Here I am: the last rain of an otherwise
drought-filled summer, a resting place
Here you are: a mouth that the wolves
would fight over, eyes like two furnace
coals burning in my gut.
Here I am and here are you,
and here: here is where we began. ❞
Shelby Asquith, “Wildfires Burn Out Much Too Quickly” (via petrichour)