Kiss Mig

Inspired by the Swedish film Kyss Mig

She leans in amid a background of deer

We, the bevy, are petrified

like Christmas decorations,

heavy and twinkling with anticipation

Doe by doe, a slow-motion charm

echoes this moment of ticking frenzy

Cell by cell, space between us shrivels

our gamy voyeurs dim and retire

The dusk wraps its wooded arms around us

My pulse melts under her tongue,

her breath waves through my teeth

As we fold soundlessly into each other’s night

 

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