Primal and arcane
Thoroughly thick and damp
Articulate with rough fingertips
Beads form on your forehead
Melt away
Your eyelashes savor my cheek
With a brief sigh.
The palm of your hand haunts me,
Hard against my pelvis, softer
Against my ribs.
My mouth deceptively grazes your
Jaw.
Erratic, lurching, fearful, searching
Fingernails in my hair, trail my
Veins lower to spine.
Resting there I release to catch your
Pupils study my lips.
And for the first time yours meet mine
Your palm presses my neck, arched
Toward yours.
Primal and arcane
The incense of your body
The radiance of this kiss.
Nov. 20, 2001
About Me
- Pixie Vixen
- So much of the following is no longer true. Although some of it is. And more will probably be changing soon. I just don't have the heart to change it yet: I graduated from the University of Michigan with a degree in Literature and extensive coursework in Computer Engineering. I'm a lover of animals, art, music, culture and language. Because of my love for music, I joined the Detroit Concert Choir and competed in the Llangollen Festival in North Wales! I want to find a way to change the world, albeit cheesy, and I hope that my love of architecture and the environment can symbiotically lead me in new directions in life. I am an avid beer drinker and travel to some of the best beer fests in the U.S. – none internationally – yet. I spend my free time (what free time??) dancing, singing and taking art, drafting, photography and architecture classes at Lawrence Tech. My husband and I live in Ferndale, Michigan, one of the hippest, yet most conscientious cities around.
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