Why so far away, darling?
Come close,
stay closer.
Your skin belongs on mine,
our legs tangled in purple sheets.
Breathe.
Do not whisper,
Please.
Do not whisper,
I want to hear you,
I want to feel every brush
of your finger’s tips,
every moist drop from your lips.
Come to me,
I will steal you
from this place.
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A view into the growing portfolio of an aspiring poet. Some poems are of the "spoken word/slam" genre (read these with a little soul flavor), others are more traditional. Please feel free to leave comments, suggestions, praise, criticsms, credit card numbers, etc.
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