Like a Lilliputian
I pitch a ladder
And scale your
El Capitan body
With my fingers
In between flesh and
Bone, finding my way
From hip to lotus
To lip to collarbone.
My lips are feelers
Experimenting between
Goosebumps and twitches.
Occasionally i am lost
And wander across
a desert of pheromones
— Thirsting.
And you, drop by drop,
Anoint my mouth
With your salt
— a baptizing ocean.
The sun peeks at
You through the blinds
Casting a maze from lace
That i trace like an ant.
I crack a window
to let the steam out
and let the call
Of the hungry fox in
Which is something akin
To what is between us.
Frank Carellini tends to poetry as a mechanism to grasp the fleeting enormity of life, nature, consciousness. Raised in Brooklyn, NY, Frank has recently published poetry in Communion and Tiger Moth. Educated in business and biochemistry, he builds life science startups that make the world a bit better.
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photos by @the_misfit_muse / model @willavanillla
