|REBECCA LU KIERNAN|
This is indigo paisley taffeta
Against chessboard pattern corduroy,
Pink and gold confetti
Raining down an abandoned street,
A curtain of glow-in-the-dark lavender beads
Opening to a crystal cathedral.
This is what it is like
To come with
Oh, the tricks and tools I used with others,
Red see-through baby doll nightie,
Black fishnet thigh highs,
Cuffs and nipple clamps.
Now the only things that vibrate
Are your wet fingers trembling on my ribs,
The howl of your name in my throat.
|© 2003 Rebecca Lu Kiernan|
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