H19
H19
bead on brown body
his vigilance is wanton
a bitten cherry
she reigned in the sun,
sheltered by headphones
oil beads glisten
smooth brown body
free but desired
his vigilance is wanton
a parasol drink held, a bitten cherry
her thoughtless glory is his illusion.
his thirst craves a false horizon.
Bead on my body
His vigilance is wanting
A bitten cherry
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Wanton to wanting in the last stanza. Perfect little touch, there!
i’m glad you didn’t assume it was a typo
“her thoughtless glory is his illusion”
loved that