Skin Music – Poem by Ryan Quinn Flanagan


Ryan Quinn Flanagan – Skin Music

I follow the spider veins of her legs
like civilization
seen from

At each fork
I grab hold of her flesh
like I’m pulling apart
a wishbone.

She kicks away
like a wild and loveable mare,
demands to know
what I’m doing.

The moon is full
and shining through
the window.

Across the street
there are children’s toys
scattered across the

action figurines
a few Tonka trucks
a bike with a bell
like the church
on wheel.

Neither of us
has to work in the morning.

This night is ours.

My fingers itsy bitsy spider
up the inside of her thigh.

Leaning back against the headboard
and closing her eyes,
her legs begin
to open.

Bio: Ryan Quinn Flanagan presently resides in Elliot Lake, Ontario, Canada under 12 feet of snow.  As such, he likes both art and people that get him hot.

Published by mistyrampart

Freelancer, poet, dreamer

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