Heavenly soil

Your legs are like
rivers of milk
underneath your skirt

and your knees
luminate
like newborn planets

Would you count the stars
if I asked you to?

Or would you smile
with a dark mouth of soil

And lead me
into your damp nights,

crushing like a lions bite

shy as a hummingbirds wing



Poetry by Geir Ove Kvalheim
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Written on 2012-05-28 at 17:56

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