Skin
The whisper of your skin
dissolving into mine -
the weight of it is kin
to that of wings of butterflies - divine
deliciousness I can’t define!
My precious love -
We meld into a sky of night that’s never been
so breathlessly partaken of
nor ever will again.
Exquisitely you paint my sweetest sin.
For PD's Any Poem # 28 Free Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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