Jawbones

Mascara clumps form

In the same areas of our eyes

Our ribs are crushed into our lungs

Her feminine frame

Never with closed fists

A gentle alternative 

Jawbones withered 

Milky cream lotion

A striking collaboration  

With red apple balm

In our corners with angled thumbs

Bouncing from the alleys 

The elephants might see our touches

The pastors might force a prayer

The bricks will secure us both

Her scent is a pseudonym 

For our what's in between

My skirt torn

Knee bloodied

Throat closed

With desire

Reviews

[Richard]

this was really good
how is your jaw?