Whitewash

On my wedding night
I was a baby deer bucking
Gingerly petting her butterfly eyebrows
With the tips of my finger

Grazing the plump part of her parting lips
Plucking kisses from her body, the fruit tree.

Drunk off of electricity
Her hands
My hands
Filling up with seawater
Overflowing in time with the tides

I dove into the salted linen ocean

Her pussy was a strawberry moon
Nestled in pink petals,
Dripping stardust sweetened creme

When she burst like a water balloon
I was a flower-child
Dancing in summer night’s rain

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