Wisps of You


Half moons of white
let wisps of air somewhere
between pleasure and pain
escape from lips
that can't quite close.
And mouths of a lover
finds the skin of another's
begging to be exposed
with the words from her mouth
escaping
into memories and poet-tries.
She trembles and sighs
while the lids of her eyes remain
closed.

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