Twiglet #164

A Light Remix

If I were morning light,
I’d slip through slatted blinds
and flood across someone’s
bedroom floor,
and eke myself
between messy bedsheets
and quick hands
and crushed perfume, and
be sprawling as pleasure,
and not like a closed-leg
sunset, clumsy with its
all-thumbs-jumped-up fire.

Twiglet #164 “All Thumbs” ©️ Misky 2020

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