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Sarah Haskins Poem
Crazy bedroom eyes-
I sleep so that i can dream about you
and not remember
that I shouldn't feel your cozy skin,
that I shouldn't ache for your soft, quick kisses,
your mouth on mine- your mint, your tongue.
I shouldn't yearn for your gentle pain touch
and your puzzle piece body.
I wake and the rules come flooding back.
March, 2,3,4.
March, 2,3,4.
Attention!
The mist rolls in.
Copyright © Sarah Haskins | Year Posted 2015
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Sarah Haskins Poem
The kiss that finally woke her was a silly sort of kiss,
a desperate sort of kiss,
filled with someteen years of longing eager to escape.
Through the toothy smile kisses
She felt water and air and earth and fire rush through her
all at once, then lingering and pulsing through her fingertips.
A crazy wave of relief and delight that she couldn't quite define - she knew she wanted more of this.
Awake.
And she blushed in places no one could see, unapologetic.
Copyright © Sarah Haskins | Year Posted 2015
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