Pour into my throat
the oil of your eye
so I can taste your saccharine desire
tickle my palm
with your feathered hair
so I can feel what I am grateful for
let your musk bleed
into my blankets
so I can smell you when you're gone
but first
leave a piece of you behind
so I can find you.
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Book of Poetry: Abstract
PoetryA Compilation of Rhyming Poetry. "Some Poetry are abstract, Lets say, It can be understand by your own understanding" ©2020
