365 Poems – 184 Ritual Of White Skin (Rough First Draft)

Ritual Of White Skin

I cradle your heartbeat,

undress you –

ritual of white skin.


Shoulders whisper

of lemons.


A relationship

with you is

a fragile radiance.


A practise of breathing,

opening of layers,

delicate lost things.


Smooth and irregular



Never as straight


as you might think.