you
let your hair fall
on my collar bone
your lips print flowers
on my collar bone
your lips print flowers
your skin is salt andsilk crumpled roughlystretched taut into glass
we
map our bodies
the hollows of pain
the crests of pleasure
the hollows of pain
the crests of pleasure
we
steal a little
bit of each other
to squander next time
bit of each other
to squander next time
"your lips print flowers", this is such a vivid image! I loved it!
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Very well enjambed.