meadow rue

we rub our noses
we tie together our toes
and rain upon each other
in salty little drops

 

inhalation
deep and easy
hard and hot
lips and fingertips
palpating sinuous valleys
across spines

 

we coil our limbs
we glaze our retinas
and lather upon each other
amnesia of the clocks

 

 

 

declaration
hidden and hushed
boldly whispered
muscles and bones
grooving as waves
across flesh

 

a desinent depression
now we start
anew
a novel repetition
of sincerity
and affinity
our meadow rue

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[Ayla Automatic]

The way you describe making love, the way you make it sound so sad, so taboo, is cool. What is meadow rue?