Fingertips
It started at your spine
following its crevasse up
the radiance is warm
you lay asleep
Im unable to find
where your hair
and the sheets meet
my finger tips
adjoined to your hips
the beat is slow
the beat is steady
swelled with love
when we delved from above
touched down on a cloud
in a shroud of lust
so here we are
your hand in mine
and our finger tips clicked
as we held in time
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nhthoma2
Currently a Graduate student studying Architecture. Always loved poetry but started writing only about a year.
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