#21.
First Move
she’s turning her hand
moist palm
…………..into mine
her skin
you could hear my heart
……..in Perth
she picks up my hand
I swallow my tongue
she brings my hand
to her mouth
and sucks my ring
…………..finger
‘you’re trembling’
she says
my other hand
floats to her
touches her throat
her perfume
her eyes
the hot tip
of her tongue.
- Dorothy Porter