Idyllic (Moon’s Breath)
written by: Korliss Sewer
This warm, breezy place in which I sit where pollen floats like snow. You smell like summer. Feel of dust.
Right now, I am the only woman on planet Earth. I am your warm-skinned salt lick. Your respite from want. I wait, I submit to you.
He does what he does. No more. No less.
I'm a poet from the Pacific Northwest who sees the world through rose-colored bifocals.
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