Your Fingers Leave Bruises
On my baren map skin...
Leaving meteor impact scars
Which mountains grow out of...
Your whispers leave rivers,from
Ice Bergs of goose bumps...
You crack & slither into... Tearing down my stone bones...
Showing me the starry filled skies of your eyes... Like a flower's breath... Of first new Oxygen...
This Mistaken-For-Lust... Called Love.
-Aug. 13,2018
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Poetry & song writing Book #4
PoetryI'm on a Roll with this Poetry & song writing! Time for book 4!! may this serve aspiring song writers & poets like Myself!
