Talia Flores
sampling of skin
we were two nymphs
running / with roots for
legs / i remember her
smile as an orange slice /
remember her kissing uneven
ridges with plumped, / lotus-bun
lips / remember the rain
afterward, drops falling like
a symphony / and a
mess, the thump-thump of
water matching our breaths /
and beats of blood /
our lungs expanding and
deflating in time, / bodies
rolling downward with the
sloped earth, / minds baby-blue
skies, / her hand sticking
to the crests of my
fingerprints like stitches /
like she was a
pirouette / and i was
silk