Collector

so press me down 

as I am a cloud full of frost and rain

I am a lullaby 

velvet to touch

my pleasuring hold

I reach to be reached for 

filthy 

I am filthy 

my skin shedding the home

to molten souls 

I am a collector 

of bones and marrow

I am many people 

a proud primal walk

swollen sensitive breasts

I am heat that begs to kindle

brittle days through and through