Free Verse # 303 (under his fingers)

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

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

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On caffeinated lips
her sleepless passion
swirls in wisps

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

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Her breath
over the lake…
mist of dawn

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