A new, fairly short poem.
She
Sighs through parted lips
Like a knife whispering through ruched silk
He
Skims fingers liminally
Across the tide of her skin
They
Scatter the untarnished coin of their youth
Unselfconsciously
As though into fountains
Without hope of return
Sighs through parted lips
Like a knife whispering through ruched silk
He
Skims fingers liminally
Across the tide of her skin
They
Scatter the untarnished coin of their youth
Unselfconsciously
As though into fountains
Without hope of return
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