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1 min readJan 29, 2018
touch
Fingers of craves on your sweat
Thirst beneath drops of rain fall
A chaos of symphonies clatter
In lines of converse beneath earth.
Call to me in the fall of night
And in the sighs of shivering trees
In thy mystery I bleed ink
On paths burrowed unto your sight.
Your tongue spit flames on epidermis
A careen between pages stained wet
Tempest of storms lost in silence rage
You are the begin of my redeem.
Stutters of steps on track into shores
I am water in your days
Palms merge in soles beneath
Breaths spill on sheets entwined.