Meet Me by the Naked Trees
The brutal wind touches my lips,
leaving them dry, desiring the moisture of your tongue.
The warmest clothing cannot compare to the warmth of your skin pressing into mine.
Some might hate the early sunsets during winter,
but I love them because I want to be in the dark ,
in the dark with you.
You are my hot cocktail, with each sip my intoxication for you grows.
The leaves have dropped because of winter,
My clothes will drop because of you.
Winter is the coldest season of them all, but when you touch me,
it feels like we are in the hottest summer of them all.
Let curiosity lead the way,
Let’s shiver with pleasure,
Let’s explore our bodies like we explore the forest.
Meet me by the naked trees.
Savor Me
Let me be your bread and butter.
Rip me open ,
Be the knife that spread the butter.
Become the mouth that chews me .
Eat me slowly or devour me,
Who’s to say what’s the right way to do it?
So do it as you please, as you desire.
Let me be your exotic fruit,
Be the one to enjoy my ripeness.
Taste me and let the juices drip from your mouth.
Eat me slowly or devour me,
Who’s to say what’s the right way to do it?
So do it as you please, as you desire.
Let me be your savory meal,
Let me be your edible desire.
Let me be that craving that satisfy your hunger,
A delightful pleasure.
Savor me and I savor you?
Biography
Arlene is a Latina emerging fiction writer and poet. She loves poetry, reading and finding inspiration in everything and everyone, dark and happy times. Her poetry has been published in Chill Mag and Snoozine Magazine. She is part of The Writers room of Boston and GrubStreet Writers community.