Ashen kissesA Poem by spayne94
Crisp ashen kisses,
Inhaling beauty, Soft, tender in my gorge, Sailing slowly in the dead sea, A shining boat in my dead waters, A new breath, a soft breath, A dying habit, all the same, A beauty in it's own right, Sliding down me like love in your eyes. © 2013 spayne94 |
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Added on May 12, 2013 Last Updated on May 12, 2013 Author
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