She runs her fingers over
The scars
Plays me like
A violin
I shiver at the touch
She holds me to her
Lips pressed
Warm
Upon the flesh
Exposure
A darkroom
Emerging photographs
Of skin
Skin
Skin
She washes me in salt
A portrait in the middle
Of a dust filled
Room
Her lips
A lens
Capturing
All of me
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We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
