Pour Me As Liquid... Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

Pour Me As Liquid...

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I can not see past
your wanton angels
wishing nothing more
than to touch their faces.
Should I dissolve
pour me as liquid
slowly swirling
in a blushing basin
as we cling on sheets.
Steamy fingertips glide
to find tender spots,
dew that weeps
in ripened heated drips.

A lost hummingbird
on borrowed wings,
I only sing when you're
closer than skin.

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