Like Sin & Spring

I wear her name like sin,
wispy and swirling
like the hem of summer
dresses biting the inside
of my thighs.
I wear her moans like spring,
heavy and wet
like coats dripping why
down the back of my neck.
I splash in the puddles of her,
the pools of her
like spring and summer,
and I feel the slick wet of them
both until I scrunch my toes
against the broken soles
of the hand-me-down shoes
she used to adore.

Β© Nicole Lyons 2018

12 thoughts on “Like Sin & Spring

I'd love to hear from you.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s