icehouse

The Ice Cutters,1911,Natalia Goncharova
dial me up 

darling

warm me
with stories 
spoken 
red hot

in your mother tongue
every word

a pearl

a flight path
 
strung out
 
and held over

flickers of desire
i close my eyes

slowly melting 
sinking
into your words

i let go

then glide
© 2013-Rene
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