Katrina Kaye
Finger paint on belly:
draw your future there,
hazel eyes,
rimmed with green.
Draw the moon
we can make love under,
draw the apple ripe
on the limb.
Actualize need and temptation
in the form of careful tokens.
Wrap layers tight,
so I can’t feel the freeze
you leave about me,
so clumsy steps
against hardwood and
broken window panes
don’t conquer
like they once did.
Instead,
hold fast to my skin.
Roll up in my hair,
finger stray locks
removing the dirt of the day
with tentative strokes.
Be gentle in your word play,
patient in this mislaid speech.
My body hungers at times;
my soul, so desperate,
for the sting and slap of inconceivable future.
Hand – here.
Colors dancing from your fingertips
onto the pale flesh of belly.
“Apple” is previously published in September (2014) and one other anthology which I do not remember.
Chasing Rabbits 
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