ODE Poem: trailing, by Rebecca Thrush

your face is a peach
in this softened coral cloud
of dimmed lights and no fuzz
there’s no pit, no pare

your lips curve like the moon
a waxing gibbous softly smiling
to cast lights and shadows
across your tilted jaw

you’re wrapped in silk
but there are no sheets
just pointedly curling legs
and dancing pastel fingers

so when I close my eyes
I feel your vined limbs
wrap me up, tangling
like ivy through my mind

Author: poetryfest

Submit your Poetry to the Festival. Three Options: 1) To post. 2) To have performed by an actor 3) To be made into a film. View all posts by poetryfest