Butterfly Kisses: An Anthology of Affections

Gaze

I cannot force my gaze unto

those dark pools of yours

for I know that you have the power

to see straight into the shadowed depths of my tired soul.

You could read what each scar spells out

because your caress melts my bones

and your lips drown out all demonic thoughts

so that my plagued body becomes cleansed by the touch of your fingertips.

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November, 2015