loose threads

ghazal of a specific desire

a study of something so common as someone’s lips;
summer sun and sea spray teasing the pink of your lips

my finger finds the loose seam of the quilt under the eclipse;
in the midday midnight, how dim the pink of your lips

the bar lined with mint juleps;
a clove cigarette and the pink of your lips

come back here and use these whips;
the bite on my skin like the pink of your lips

i watch your constellation as it slips;
and fades into the pink of your lips

-rjm

what is a ghazal?