Poem Up At Sediments Literary-Arts Journal
Poem Up at: Sediments Literary-Arts Journal, Bare Embers Bare Embers By Sergio A. Ortiz You, naked stretch out on my skin like a hill bitten by the sun. The fruit slips, grows, swells, it’s burning. At six in the mirror you enter me as the most expectant guest, simple as a river of light. You cover me with your man skin. You, the tongue that runs through my veins to silence me. You take my eyes off painfully and give me two other arms with which to weigh life. Your mouth drizzles on my back. You scratch my back and write your name. You talk to me with your bones. My moan, the longest sound you’ll hear tonight. When we are alone, still naked, when everything is over, it hails. The air has just discovered us.