Ava Cunningham

Balmy

The sun grips my neck as I undress. I watch it. Grip my neck in the mirror. The sun fills the dust. It pushes into my eyes. I blink. I shut my eyes. The dust fills them. Sandpaper spectacles. I cry. My tears sink the boat. In the back of the mirror. Boat becomes blue beads. Beads on the small of my back. Balmy. Blue. Blue water beads slip down my spine. Blue water beads on white pearly bones. Beads on pearls. Rub together ‘til the bones pop. Blue water dreams ...

You grip my neck as I undress. I watch you. Grip my neck in the mirror. The sun fills the dust. Desire pushes through my eyes. I don’t blink. Pink fills my eyes. You love my spectacles. I sigh. Beads on the small of my back. Balmy. Blue. Your lips slip down my spine. Soft pink lips on white pearly bones. Lips on pearls. Rub together. Don’t stop. 

The floor grips my feet as I step. Into the pink tub. The sun sucks my finger. As I brace the side of the tub. Lemon nails. They chip like the ceiling paint. The zest bites the bones in my fingers. The bones grip the metal spring. The water taps my toes. The porcelain slips from under my feet. Sandpaper skin. Becomes balmy. 

You grip my hands as I step. Into the pink tub. You suck my finger. As I brace the side of the tub. Rose nails. You suck the skin on my fingers. Your bones grip my bones. My toes and your toes. Mesh. The porcelain slips from under your feet. Balmy skin. Becomes pearly. 

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The water grips my hips as it fills. The tub. My back slides down. Into the balmy porcelain. The sun grips my waist. And my hips. My shoulders. Gently. I’m finally warm. The bird’s toes grip the windowsill. Grip hard. The paint chips. Paint chips slide through sunbeams. As my eyes sit. And gaze. At the window. Sweat beads sink down the glass. 

You grip my hips as I flip. Around. My mouth slides down. Into your balmy chest. I grip your waist. And your hips. Gently. You’re finally warm. The bird’s toes grip the windowsill. Grip hard. The paint chips. Paint chips slide through sunbeams. The bird’s eyes sit. And gaze. Through the window. Sweat beads sink down. 

The bird’s beak chirps. Chip-chip. The chirps become pink noise. The water burns. Until my feet turn pink. My body yearned. For this release. I am in. A porcelain rose. The sun licks my petals. Until they are balmy. My arms exhale. Pink water steam. My fingers sit. On pink water. Swollen. Pink fingers on pink water. My eyelids sit. On pink-veined eyes. Heavy. Pink lids on pink veins. Blue drops rub the windowsill. Down. Softly. Blue rains. Blue dreams. Wet rains. Wet dreams. 

We make pink noise. My throat burns. Until your feet turn pink. Your body yearned. For this release. We are in. A porcelain rose … You exhale. Pink water steam. We grip the sunlight. Softly. Your fingers sit. On my pink tongue. Swollen. Pink fingers on pink tongue. Deep. Pink finger in pink throat. 

I choke. 

Pearly throat In pink water Pearls in beads Rub together ‘till the heart stops Blue water beads fill Pink balmy lungs until they Release it—

I gasp. 

I gasp. For blue air. It fills. My pink lungs. I yearned. For this breath. 

I hear. The blue rains. Tap on. The pink boat. Crashing into. Yellow sand. 

I laugh. The blue air. It fills. My pink lungs. I yearned. For this laugh. 

I smell. Lemon zest. Yellow. Balmy. Coming from my nails. 

I drain. The pink tub. Until it is empty. 

I step. Onto the yellow tile. The sun meshes into my feet. Gently. I’m finally warm. 

The sun grips my neck as I dress. I watch it. Grip my neck in the mirror. The sun fills my desire. I blink. I shut my eyes. The sun slides off the mirror. Through my pink lids. Into my blue eyes. I smile.