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This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is treat.
H is for Heal
The rain is petal and fur
I stick to your skin
Where your smell is silvery and loose
Your mouth is blood and your lip is real
I crawled out of wing to see
Your lust is pale
Cumming away
from most things that are moonly
this one is under the sea
I like it when I am with you
I like your snow
underneath my wave
When you leave me still
the air breaks and spills
I stay to eat pieces of the Ocean
You wear the water when you walk away
I eat my heart
I wait to heal
The moon is cold, my blood dry
I lick your wet laughter off of my skin
I wait to heal.
After an evening of e.e. cummings. I love him. How about you?
After an evening of e.e. cummings. I love him. How about you?