The adverb of love

by Christos Polydorou

img-20151003-wa0004You would charm me
endlessly

with your
modifying quick wit

and your
chocolate and gold-leaf glove. Is

there anything
left to say

besides skin
tight, bone marrow

drunk,
wrapped,

between
your legs?

Kiss
me.

I want to put
all

your
beautiful skeleton

in my
mouth.

If you
say anything right now

I will become
the incarnation of it.

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