Dress Lashes
by Jessica Dendy

Coy slicks her. Both hands
cup her sacred as water,

reed over her,
rolling through warm currents

in the burn of fluorescents
in the still of morning

her eyes reach out, she slips hot
breath over her lover’s tongue

curls a fan of hand behind a kiss
scaled neck. Sky falls through the window,

on the nightstand, dress lashes,
flutter brilliant orange.

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