you run your fingers down my spine, i shiver
and cry out, your voice
is cold hopeful comfort in this
dark neon place
your touch is nothing short of wonder
in this bed of hate
i pull you close too quickly,
sigh but you
are all too willing to comply
a visitor to my
skewed reality
my sparkling deep ceiling tied to
nothingness in a fog of spin
skin on skin,
we move together
in this bed of
memory
A contest entry
- IF ONLY YOU WOULD KISS ME THE WAY I NEED TO BE KISSED by Swan song.
600 points, ended August 23, 19 entries
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in this bed of memory makes this a poem about a very very steamy kisss
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