Still Building

All that beautiful handwaxed thread: copies still available online and in person. Free shipping! +My hair matches that pile. 

The smooth of moon lays itself across,

across the reach of my bare limbs soothing me

to muse how petal skin bows under teeth.  

Shoulders hold bone in putty, cradled in lilting collar curve

and I feel the pulsing of bloodknots, the blue of lovebeat.

Bear weight, make work the heart storm woven by my pearl

worm eyes: I am all firestruck pelvis and ghost hips.