Good Dirty Like You

I like to string my
words on
sentences
to air out
the laundry
clothes pinning
the letters
which
construct
the words
that
become
dirty with
thoughts of you
and not dirty like
mud
but dirty in the
way I would like
to feel you
breathe you
and
taste you…
good dirty
like you…
together
our bodies
could become
like sentences;
a line written down
my stomach
and your index finger
marking the end
bold
exclamation…
we are pages
upon pages
capital letters,
bold-face fonts
kissing
at the end of serifs
strung words
on sentences
textual fantasies
a beautiful book
fairytale
happy ending….
if only dreams
were letters
and words

 

 

© 2010 Lyndsey Warren