LongDistanceRunner
UKChat Initiate
- Joined
- Oct 16, 2024
- Messages
- 24
- Reaction score
- 23
MH
There’s a meadow near the village
the grass breathes tall and yellow
under non-native trees. She tigers
in an English savannah, we chase
butterflies and catch each other
in the dappled light of a sycamore
blinking in love. Her slippery kiss
pins me to its trunk, our mouths
thirsting roots drink gulp quench
gasp mmmm........................................
.......................After it we open a tub
of expensive ice cream and pour
gin into the chocolately middle we
each plunge our spoons in turn in
the yielding sweet sludge and lay
on each other for days listening to
each other’s digestion and dreams.
She traces the letter H on the backs
of my knees and I whisper it back
against the shell of her ear hhhh.
There’s a meadow near the village
the grass breathes tall and yellow
under non-native trees. She tigers
in an English savannah, we chase
butterflies and catch each other
in the dappled light of a sycamore
blinking in love. Her slippery kiss
pins me to its trunk, our mouths
thirsting roots drink gulp quench
gasp mmmm........................................
.......................After it we open a tub
of expensive ice cream and pour
gin into the chocolately middle we
each plunge our spoons in turn in
the yielding sweet sludge and lay
on each other for days listening to
each other’s digestion and dreams.
She traces the letter H on the backs
of my knees and I whisper it back
against the shell of her ear hhhh.