Steam

By honeydue on Skatehive

Likes Hellfire inside bellybutton and the back of her neck Likes swollen breasts press-up against grazed knees Breathing low. And fast. Unable to see. High-tide to the bosun Bare feet dangling over the edge, polish-chip She invites not knowing, skin-shedding, Greedy. It's her trial by fire, it's exploratory foreign fingers It's digging inside her mouth, probing for cavities, for golds For previous men she might've kissed. It's jealousy made palatable, made logical, made matte Her young skin is nothing if not matte. In women circles, which she harbors great resentment for, She commiserates. Wouldn't be caught sprawling nude Not in grandmother's eyes. Sinners beget sinners, Forget when the postman arrives, lace up the apron, Dust off the loveseat. Where? Sit why, when you can lie On the floor, in the dirt, under nightsky? Thankfully, she is not always amongst women. Can't bear the scent of them, the sex of them for long. The needling and tongue-tying, the sensible shoes When she was born