Get it for
Apple iOS.
Creative fun in
the palm of your hand.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2069177-Paint
Printer Friendly Page Tell A Friend
No ratings.
by Slove
Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Personal · #2069177
Aging gracefully

by SLove

A dry heat grew under
the creases of my breasts where
sweat lied dormant, waiting to be

I used to be moist in other places.

I can touch it and it jumps sometimes
but not a single sip escapes like the river
it once was. There is a still breeze
that sits upon its polar cap.

No ships enter the peninsula, there are no waves.

Imagination is the fluid’s screwdriver
forcing it into the curves of dry woodchips
making my hips struggle to find an

An oasis of moist places.
© Copyright 2015 Slove (rd.davis at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates have been granted non-exclusive rights to display this work.
Printed from https://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/2069177-Paint