Tickles From The Past Poem by soren Barrett

Tickles From The Past

All hearts belong to someone, on each virgin page we leave a mark
Smudges that summon, flies of rage or tickles of love from the dark
An itch that can't be quieted, infestations that can't be swept away
Tingling taste, a quiet hum on the tongue, of a prayer yet to pray

Monday, February 10, 2025
Topic(s) of this poem: dark
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