Alight

We kicked the sheets to the foot of the bed

where they twisted like ropes,

caught us around our ankles,

legs already woven into each other,

pricked over in fresh sweat

that made their clinging embrace too much

for the fire under our skins.

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Tonight’s prompt for the DVerse Poets Quadrille night is fire! 

18 Comments

    1. Trying to shake things up. I’ve been writing a lot of anxiety poems recently and wanted to try and shift away a little bit else I feel like I’m just saying the same thing over and over again.

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