Beneath a stark sky….diamond prick prints of star light
Do I know you….do I care…. am I suppose to hide from you?
I see stark bone limbs framed by black lit sky
Stars acting as velvet backdrops
Drool upon my lower lip, bitten in desire.
Arching, aching, I submit my soul….I do not hate,
I do not detach, I can only hope that I am yours.
If your chose to debase, to turn up your
rosy regard; let me know so my kilt I may keep,
my humanity my own.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen February 2017