( DROWSY REVERIE FINGERS  )
   🎀 ..    |    floatin' toward sleepy shores

     “soaking in the sultry season as”
  “nocturnal sound scores”  | shade.

  nosh slices of lefi,  2007     tiny edible.
  their pale green cores,         seeds galore
  sweet pink pulp dotted.    🕯👚       

                           lowering my lips, i bestow
                           a single kiss on your wrist
                           feeling the thrum of blood
                           beneath. ❥ ⋆｡˚

reclined on the porch this sticky
    “gulping—down”    :    fabric soothes

but drowsy reverie makes my
fingers and clutches slack, as
“i slip into nod land dreaming
lunar's poxy face comes back”
                                    

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
…     SLICES   |   OF, WOVEN     …
                ( lush verdant rind and rosy flesh )

we slip off our shoes and frocks 🩷
to feel the night kissed grass beneath
arches and twirling toes sipping wine
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ