Black hair curled around my one finger.
Course, rough, untamed
Like him, so goddamn untamed.
My girlish hand lingers
On his face, his arm, his chest
His heart erratic in his breast
And mine ran rampant at his touch.
Black eyes, bad eyes burned my skin.
Full of unspoken words, tormented, untamed
Like mine, so beautifully disgustingly goddamn untamed.
Hearts must be mended on the moors,
On which I keep a medical kit to tend the claw-marks.
His chapped, broken lips barley roughing mine.
His long fingers leaving sweet blue markings.
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Her Blood-Red Eyes
PoetryA collection of poems that is for the dreamers and the thinkers
