Feather
As my feather inclines
to see the longing
that I feel
in the profound sound
of your touch
in which I find me,
the ink slides to your
eyes
that are my cravings
and therein
I have fallen,
disquieting
the insecurities
by the kisses,
of your so pure
and so clean lips,
reveling in
their sanctity
and that they bleed me.
to see the longing
that I feel
in the profound sound
of your touch
in which I find me,
the ink slides to your
eyes
that are my cravings
and therein
I have fallen,
disquieting
the insecurities
by the kisses,
of your so pure
and so clean lips,
reveling in
their sanctity
and that they bleed me.
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