The Retreat
Vibrations awaken
the still night air,
unsettling the
sanded
Footprints..
At our steps,
one last clinging
before I let go,
of the skies
That stretch, across
our hidden place,
Like ghosts of
remnants
We bathe, in
phosphate
covered sheets
Bare..
Shivers escaping
through cascades
of hair, he strokes
the frail of my skin
like butter I twist,
I'm impaled,
so I inhale
him.
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