I want the edges to melt.
Your hair stacked with curls
To fall on me.
Kisses to implode on my skin
And spread through me tingling.
I want to see your laughing eyes
At the beginning of sunrise.
To feel truth and beauty
And the warmth
Between your thighs.
I want to feed you lines of songs,
Hear you sing along:
“Your head upon the pillow
Like a
Sleepy golden storm.”
I want to look at you close up,
Feel our eyes almost touch.
Trace with my finger
Your spine;
Make your skin shine.
I want the edges to melt.
To feel heartfelt,
Just something for myself
And you,
Just something with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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