Poem: Gravity's Fingers

That time I received a love letter after a one night stand with gravity --- she wrote:

gifts of shattered ground, a floating

when my fingers released a fresh perfume of fruit juice

from a dormant puddle below your flesh

humming lungs in your expanding chest, a feathering wind

licking up the sweetness left behind quivering follicles

every drop of spilled juice I devoured

from the pink bony bowl you keep between your thighs

lingering between my fingers

in a sticky essence of fine lace

threaded and weaved

looped and stitched in a tapestry of flavors

no tongue cares to discern

the delicacy of it's spice, found somewhere amongst

an atlas of fingerprints

showing here

here is where you are

always have been

and will be

sincerely,

gravity