November 21st, 2020
This is the time of day sunbeams cross my
mattress, imprison flesh atop its breadth.
Each breath, bee balm, bids eyelash butterflies
vibrate; no body lies in wait bereft
its pleasures just because it is alone
but moans all illuminations shone through nude
windows. Your radiant heat upon bones,Continue reading “Womannotated – Radiant Heat”