Eyes Closed
Hands twitch
remembering the sensations
of the fingering flesh.
Side by side we sleep
between ghost worlds.
Feather whisps
of body awareness
anchors us
to one deeply breathing bed.
In that place,
skin secretes thought and sight,
we dream each other's dreams.
Are we more in love
there
in that nether land
then when fully awake,
when our tongues are
loose and sly?
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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