my fingertips touched
between shining strands of her hair
in a dream
after they
bled on bark
teasing an old spark
before they slid
so lightly down his arms
for no purpose but their own
they want a permanent home
okay that’s
not
what i meant
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2 comments:
you have a beautiful gift of putting words together.
this one sounds really good.
p.s. "no one dies at the end" was about my favorite movie, the chumscrubber. so don't read too much into that one.
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