Work of Art

~You let me into your intimacy

From a thousand miles away.

My eyes gripped the small of your back

And cried at the renaissance of your skin.~

Longing

◄ In Stone

Butterflies ►

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penguin

Tue 15th Sep 2020 09:51

I like the 3rd line. It just feels like the start of a poem, these 4 lines. I'd love to see the rest.

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