Warm bodies
Harsh breathing
Tongues secretly kissing—
Two broken pieces of people
Trying to be whole
For a night
[It doesn't work that way, honey]
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Poetry"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
