Runner’s High (Poem)

A new poem for you. Happy Wednesday! 🙂

I smack the asphalt

with kisses from my sole

treading gold along her back

like a track       like the sea

emerald green and waves tumbling

down her shoulders

as I arch beneath her touch

sighing       wanting tastes of

her thick trees       her pine trails

snaking along my hips

her brush-fire lips on my thighs

on my chest

triggering heart-beat songs:

breathe. soft. open. air. sounds.

don’t. ever. stop.

– The Finicky Cynic

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s