snail love

oh to be a couple of snails sitting atop cherry stems reaching towards each other for a kiss

there’s nothing left to be said

all the cards splayed out across the table

and my legs splayed out across your sheets

i’m here

begging a question

that doesn’t have an answer

but your hands explore my body with confidence

and maybe, i think, you do know after all

you touch me with such precision

such caution

i’ve never felt much value in my thighs before

but you study them like fine art

and now i might just have to treasure them

and your fingers are gentle and rough and everywhere

they wrap so perfectly around my neck

i have to wonder if they were made just for this moment

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

My girl and I have a running snails kissing metaphor. When I read this poem I thought you might have been looking through the window at us together. The last three lines in particular. I know it is brilliant poetry when I couldn't possibly express it otherwise. I'd rather read an unseasoned writer that has feelings than some word constructer.

[c. bee]

This is the best review I could hope to get! Thank you so much it means more than I can say. :) ❤️

[John the Baptist]

Very sensuous and erotic, this one. The clear wording and restraint are what give it its erotic power, for we are forced to use our imaginations to encompass the scene. Nicely done.

[c. bee]

thank you! :)