poppies and teeth

A Poem by Steeven

...poppy fields) blossom in
burning bursts of wildfire-
stamen tongues beg
with dew breath fragrant eyes
to be plucked
held in between fingers
lifted close to spreading smiling lips
[a cool velvet curtain of grapefruit skin lifts
revealing rows of pebbles draped white]-
(two bodies laying still as
shadows in…