My Desires by P.E. Cuberos
in the cobwebs of my wisdom.
blossom, ripen, swell, explode.
The seasons of my heart,
raspberry crests on the tips of my breasts
sailors sailing to the magical cave,
in the depths of the rippling of the waves of my legs.
The singing of the sirens pulls and calls
to drop in and dive down
to deep and depth explore.
Wings that tickle with soft whispering tongues
My velvet-silk skin
Butterflies have a brief life