"Last night in the garden I offered you my youth’s foaming wine. You
lifted the cup to your lips, you shut your eyes and smiled while
I raised your veil, unbound your tresses, drawing down upon my
breast your face sweet with its silence, last night when the moon’s
dream overflowed the world of slumber."
Your every voluble written
intent, equated to a nip and
pull at my fleshy folds
(Your hot breath sending
shivers as you whispered your
desires within my temple, your
Cheshire smile pressing up my
mound; opening up my levees)
Of course I fell!
There was never any
I am as you well knew,
your poetry whore
"The beasts within us have our parents’ names."
"Teaparty" 3x4 ft © Katlyn Hubner #plastic
It’s time more people started taking note of Katlyn Hubner of Tacoma/Puget Sound. Because plenty reasons.