Myriad Rivers

Suck me into your emerald eyes
Pull me all the way down
Your optic nerves

Slithering around
The back of your mind
I ache for the acrid
smell of your wet fur

You snap bolt upright
your eyes abruptly wide
As I slide down your spine
In quest of your adrenals

You shiver as I
Golden fire
Course the myriad rivers
Under your skin

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Chyfrin the Celtic poet

Artist, Poet, Electrical/Biomedical Engineer, Actor, Playwright, Set construction, Educator, Lover of womankind and single malt scotch

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