luchi-yeah

she liked her men spare and sparse lean of words without flowers in their hands their shirt sleeves rolled up to show the world how hard they lived, their legs tucked  into boots as thick and dark as calluses she liked them sprawled elbows on the table at dinner their forks demanding her attention spearing the meat like clean kill chewing with the gusto of young rams their teeth reminding her of how devouring was a holy act and she would dream of those hands curious beasts of prey skin freckled with the grit of stars and gravel from wrong turns making paths across her blouse pulling her skirt up to meet their quest