There is no air between our skin
grafted onto one another
stitches made from nails
Unkempt, uneven, chewed in absence
Dug deep but gentle
Held together
Swirling rainbows in the dark
Molten emotions, viscous, travel the blood highway
The air is warmer here
Around the mouth
A sleep inducing breath escapes from across an ocean of stars
Swallowing secrets
The code that decorates the humming of their wings.
A contest entry
- Cryptic Tongues by Violent Serenity.
1200 points, ended April 19, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is a very beautiful write, with a sort of slow dance quality to it... very well done indeed. keep it up! good luck in the contest ^.^
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