when you kissed the stamp
off my tongue
i didn't flinch and i didn't
blame
you
i was only thinking of the etches in your knuckles
and how much i wanted to enscript myself
there, write myself like poetry all over your senses
and trace my name
onto your vulnerable eyelids
until it bled through like an inkblot
through the pages
and i was all you bothered to
dream about
anymore.
but i was scared to be that
semi-permanent.
Author notes
love me cancerously, like a salt-sore soaked in the sea.
sup
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Some rather remarkable images here... highly potent and ever sooo romantical piece of verse. Again an extremely well penned poem. Loved it!!
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