Your skin is bronzed
Brilliantly and eternally sunkissed it is
So that when I grasp your hand or trace (kiss too)
Between your shoulder blades or the
Hollow spot beneath your throat and make you shiver
I feel your heat burning like a thousand everlasting suns
Radiating through me.
And in the early ages of dawn and day
When I am cocooned between your arms
Like an infant held by its mother
I feel that everlasting warmth
And I know that I am safe.
You're my tether to this world, so why am I not yours?
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is this good? should I keep it up?
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Yesterday Kids
PoetryMy heart hurts and your words are more painful and tiring than a meteorite crashing on earth.