Selected Works:
MOLLY ROSE DONE
Photography Lyu Rui

i watch her stretch

beautiful

and enormous as the moon

white and dimpled she spills into my hands like spring water

i try and hold all of her

bundled in both arms with such blissful effort

each laboured breath heaves the landscape of her body

and my lips meet the horizon

as i make my amorous pilgrimage to each peak my tongue unfurls like a red flag

i feel no ebb to her tide as i explore the pools filled by the rain dance of my own fingers

encouraged by the zephyr breath liberated from her lips

i help her climb

then let myself lay open mouthed to the sky as her cloudburst of rain streams over my

parched rocks turning my cheeks dark

blackberries have a deeper sweetness

like me, you said

like you

they arrive back when you miss them

let yourself enjoy more than last time

seasons before

purple lips

bruised but sweet

to sit with you near hedgerows

would be more than poetic lines

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