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Teeth and dreams and skin.

I want to feel our lips fit the way a puzzle shifts from a blurry image to something perfect ’cause when nightmares aren’t clinging tightly to my lashes it’s your smile that flashes brightly against these worn screens, softly hushing my tossing, turning screams; lifting me to clouds of peace where I’d strangle stars to fulfill my damn dreams to feel your arms around me and have your hands travel my body, like a nomad looking for a habitat to rest at finding my breast’s beat comforting enough to fall asleep. The way your breath would sing lullabies to me, untwisting the fright that tightens the muscles of my shelled mind. I’ll unlock the door and let you inside if you promise not to rearrange the furniture behind my blind eyes. I’m accustomed to counting tiles, so bare for me the ones that live hidden by your lip’s smile and I’ll bury the number inside of my skull and won’t ever find the courage to let that number go.

-SLuR

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  1. This poem encompasses so much! It’s sultry and sexy yet deep and thought provoking. You do have a way with words. Beautiful piece.

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