bath

Дженни Стюарт
pull my hair up

warm stream turns
into gluhwein
the moment it
touches my
belly .

neck ,
shoulders ,
breasts ,
the mouth
of the river
is down
there
kiss

so thirsty
for your
rivers
flowing
into
the
ocean
of
our
storm

feel me
watch me
spilling
willing
self-killing
at
your
feet
i
trust.
must