Blue Eyed Soul
By Melissa Gill
For Chris Wenck
Tonight I feel you shaking between
the cosmos & your gossamer lips.
Tonight I taste your indica breath
sending smoke signals to my fingertips.
Tonight I explore your blue-eyed soul
seeking answers in my Eightball eyes.
Tonight I hear you stutter my name,
reading the diaries between my legs.
Tonight I smell your misty scalp
amid the heat of our stormy weather.
Tonight I moan for your juicy mouth,
a potion brewing under your silky flesh.
Please, pour me out until I run empty
do not leave a drop of me behind.
Melissa Gill
Melissa Gill studies journalism and media at UNLV. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in Coffin Bell Journal, Raven Review, and elsewhere. Her fiction appears in Flash Fiction Magazine. When she’s not writing, she loves painting, watching offbeat films and hiking.