Thursday 23 October 2014

Tracings ...

These tracings along your spine
Of raised hopes
And dearly placed chills
Of lips rooted strongly
Along every curve and bend
Like roads yet to be taken
I will tour along you
Fingertips that will forget
To slip off
And discoveries that will be
Hidden like treasures
Under shuffled sheets
And bumpy skins.

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