Girl Talk

       ©Nataliya Begisheva

Grains of sand, stuck

by tanning oil to your thighs

glowed gold

like pollen on petal flesh,

roughened my tongue, as rough

as the stubble, there,

where you’d shaved. A hint

of perfume, salt from sea and skin

and the musk of your sex

a heady bouquet to your wine

arouse me now, recalling

how your head fell back, eyes closed;

I felt such power

and such tenderness, as you

convulsed, and thrust

against me.

-by Mercedes Webb-Pullman

Mercedes Webb-Pullman graduated from IIML Victoria University Wellington New Zealand with her MA in Creative Writing 2011. Her work appears online and in print (Danse Macabre, Turbine, 4th Floor, Swamp, Reconfigurations, The Electronic Bridge, poetryrepairs, Connotations Press, The Red Room, many anthologies, and her books  Ono, Looking for Kerouac, After the Danse, Numeralla Dreaming, Food 4 Thought, Tasseography and Bravo Charlie Foxtrot) She lives on the Kapiti Coast, New Zealand.

Painting Courtesy: Nataliya Begisheva

Natalia  Begisheva was born on March 31, 1984 in Kharkov. She studied at KNU, Karazina. She is a member of the Creative Union of Professional Artists. She can be reached at art@begisheva.com.