early wednesday morning

a sweet delay with every touch sacred,
leaving a line of broken skin.

follow the echo of my fingers
brushing on cool sanguine flesh.

but your vessel was shattered,

lost in smoke
and another lover's friction.

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Mr-Nevers
November 2

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Wowwww. This is like, really good. All the words come together quite nicely, I'm assuming it's a touchy subject. Maybe not touchy, that's the wrong word. It's in the personal category so I can only assume it's something you relate to. Indeed this other 'lover' seems to have caused a bit o' anguish. I think I know 'what' this other 'lover' is, but it's just my interpretation.

Echo of [my] fingers, very nice. I want to say the technique is synesthesia, but I could be wrong. Things like hearing color and tasting sound. Irregardless that's an awesome line. I dig it.

The whole poem pwns the majority if not all the other poems I've seen or read on here. It deserves more than 3 clappy things.