Wordsmith Woes

In small spaces of irrelevant conversations
Use commas for kisses, and full stops for the breathless, 
fingers to write on skin
with traces of your tongue for ink that never runs dry 
Bold red and black shadows 
Shades of grey too 
Don’t ask me why I’m good with words 
When all I want is to use none with you.

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