Nightly Writing
I've seen your naked feet; white by latern-light, idle and unmoving as leaves abandonned within the still of the night.
I've seen your irises; outgiving blue flecks that regard me with fluency.
I've seen the backs of your knees; sinews and softness, I marvel at sweet folding skin and by now
It's almost dawn.
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I've seen your irises; outgiving blue flecks that regard me with fluency.
I've seen the backs of your knees; sinews and softness, I marvel at sweet folding skin and by now
It's almost dawn.
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