Listening to Calla

I want to write
like this guitar
with its shimmering folds,
lime juice,
explosions of cut-off flowers…
Devil-may-care has the best songs.

I want lines your lips can dance to
and lines to lay you flat.
Lines to make you want,
to take you out,
to satisfy you.

To touch you. Just to touch you.

(First published in Creatrix)