In Full Light She Asks Every Lover To Read Her Skin Differently
“Kiss, or bite every word here.
I like pain. I’ve no regrets”
Lip lover’s tongue recites “Where the Wild Things Are”
italic roman sentence that begins at her bitten bottom
rose scented lip
curves under her jaw, snakes
down her neck, between her breasts,
over her stomach until it reaches
three dots before her vulva,
and inhales her summer fruit.
Sole lover whispers a gothic lettered “Alice In Wonderland”
sentence that begins under right foot’s third toe flourishes over her instep,
around her ankle, under her knee
and up the lily aroma of her thigh,
over small apple of her back,
and, against strict instruction
paraphrases, cuts and pastes frenziedly down her other
leg a kiss on each of her painted toes.