Prosody by Ryn Holmes

Ah, such music.
The twang of your song
trills with destination,
flows in and out of my ears,
soft ears deftly teased
by the bop-de-wop
of warm breath, the hum
of moist secrets riding and sliding
on the tip of your tongue,
of dark hands strumming chords
from memory
on the backs of my knees,
fingertips touching all the keys
as lips trumpet on drum-tight skin
all the way down the spine bass-line,
fiddling around….

Ryn Holmes
An award-winning poet and photographer, Ryn Holmes originates from California (Southern and Northern) and now resides along the Gulf Coast of Florida. She is a published writer with works appearing in the Emerald Coast Review, Syzygy Poetry Journal, Four and Twenty zine, Indiana Voice Journal, and Longleaf Pine magazine.


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