Free Verse # 303 (under his fingers)

Photographer unkown
Photographer unkown

Under his fingers
she quivers,
each touch
each breath
in her skin
a piano note
rippling the sky,
the world,
a sea of poetry.


His touch
in her skin
a burning wick
melting away
her flesh
in fervent layers,
hot wax staining
crimson canvas,
a bleeding heart.


On caffeinated lips
her sleepless passion
swirls in wisps


Open up and give,
scatter your smiles
so the world may live


Her breath
over the lake…
mist of dawn


Night again
clasps her bones
and she feels them
a flower in his palms


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