Sunday, October 23, 2011

What a lovely place to die

& darling if you are the Pont du Gard then I
must be the city of Nimes without you I suppose
nothing, dry and desolate; shit. I want to walk over you my calloused feet
cuddle into the pillows of your milky thighs I want to die
if it’s in your hair I will make a nest and sleep in there forever
staring at the blossoms of your cheeks you are blushing sometimes--
it’s when I say something funny or maybe just true.
I will pick the petals of your face and bury myself look darling
I am drowning in your fragrance isn’t it lovely when I die
like this with you

1 comment:

  1. Alice I love this. I'm all greedy for your poems