Tactile

textile

By Harper Lewis Published 7 months ago • 1 min read

close-up of a silk scarf

my skin is silk,

supple, slubby in the right

places, pink as a promise,

holding me together,

sun bronzing me into

goddess status not statue

nor statute. Liquid in love

and light, reflecting:

razzle-dazzle shimmering shimmy,

shameless hipquakes, interior walls

trembling into the foundation

of passion, molten lovecrumbs

smearing the sheets, faces

bodies glowing, anointed

into limbless limpid lucidity,

luxurious luster of love.

Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.

Intertextuality is my passion.

Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.

My words are mine, not a robot’s.

MA English literature, CofC

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