2am
featherlight fingertips tracing my cheek
down down down
to the hollow of collarbones
where soft lips meet skin
and i am made a god
through your love
lavished upon me
with bruising kisses
and heated touches
YOU ARE READING
unconditionally//unrelentlessly
Poetry'i love you' falls from my lips the way icarus fell from the sun. so tragically. so beautifully. _ POETRY COLLECTION © nyxmph_ 2021
