Hazel Crystalations

Supine, tranquil within the constellations,
reveling in the wisdom lent with lunars velvety touch;
we lay.
The honeysuckle breeze chokes apprehension,
towering blades provide clarity, and crickets filter unnecessary words;
we lay.
Unable to control it (misplaced somewhere within your eyes)
I hardly notice,
while my pores devour you completely,
the shrill gasps for you to fall inside me;
we lay.
Attempting to wrap my mind around the spreading sensation,
I succumb,
clenching your nape until my tongue is salty.
Hours melt and fade away as you tickle me pink.
Claiming Bermuda unknowns with your lingering aroma;
we lay.

Honeysuckle breezes choked apprehension,

the towering blades provided clarity,

crickets filtered unnecessary words, as we greeted Apollos chariot;

and we laid.