Fingers etch skin

September 4, 2019Pelgris

Night pulls its shroud close
Hot and redolent of spice
Hidden and hinting
Rolled on the tongue
Softly spoken secrets
Taste of dark and promise
Hands cup curves
Heat echoed in exhalation
Safety in small hopes
Dreams
Attainable
Slow sand drifting by
Seconds pass
Fierce light gathers
And passes along
A kiss
A promise

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