Saturday, October 9, 2010

Day 449: your lips

This is a poem for the texture of your skin
The lines on your lips
The taste on your tongue
For the softness of your neck against my lips
I have dreams of skinny dipping in your irises
Of swimming behind your corneas
of leaving parts of myself behind
Call me the vulnerability of secrets
The silence between your breaths
Pressed between my breast
You are a story that should be written
I am a poet who sometimes forgets to write of the worthy
But I think u are making me Better at remembering.

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