Plush

By Shannon Pilipetskii

Her plush lips outlined in remnants

Of the shade 'Rouge Artist Natural'

Traces of youthful delectability

And unencumbered sensibility

Remain - her eyes like pools

To drown your chronic reasoning

Getting lost in the early morning

Madness - leaping and bounding

Beneath the pillow tucked under her back

As she arches her bow 'n arrow - straight

For your heart with no sympathy for

The intricacies of your convoluted manhood

Her hair holds volumes and chapters

You tear at them, well-read in musings

And mutterings, pantings, forehead kisses

Crescendoing into a symphony of two

Racket at 2:00 am with the sky navy blue.

Shannon Pilipetskii writes from an unapologetically truthful perspective. Her poetry has been published by Oddball Magazine and Boned Stories. You can find more of her work on Instagram @shannonwrightfully