12: June 2016 #15 - Rush My Bones, Dear
Authored by Natalie Schlosberg
Rush My Bones, Dear
Arching over me, I find myself running back To the first flash Flood. Adrenaline. It’s drowning. Color red, color red, flame. Wicked grin, opening. God, god, god! Sprinting all over Wide shoulders, I want to tear them out. Match my wilting hips, I spelunk Them and reap up the goose bump braille. Burning. In a huge, Pounding vessel Called Heart. Let’s run.