Melissa

It's better my sweet that we hover like bees

It is so obvious
I cannot hide
I wear it all over me like a clinging wet gown.
Scallops of translucent fabric
swoop from thigh to thigh
like trapeze artists
taunting the edge of life.
Traveling light and free
the water of desire cool and fluid
runs along each curve
like sneaking snakes
slithering off to hide in my folds.
Will I be tormented this way
for all my days on this Earth?
Is it a gift, or a curse?
Floating around in Melissa
feeling weightless and bright.

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