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 Jul 2017 Echo Floating
Emilea
Run your fingers up my leg until my lungs are sore from holding my breath. Tug my hair just enough to raise my head, get my attention. Hold my thigh so you can feel the chills I get from your breath on my neck. Trace my lips with your thumb until my mouth waters. Wrap your hand around my throat; don't grasp, just hold me tight. Feed me your thoughts using only your eyes. Explore me until you find your favorite part. Stay awhile.
 Jul 2017 Echo Floating
lilly
I
 Jul 2017 Echo Floating
lilly
I
once you know something it's hard not to notice it
how his gaze seems to linger
how he hugs her as if he never wants to let go
how he stares just a little too long

how behind his smile
and in his eyes
for a fleeting moment
hopelessness
is all
you
see
I: the first work in a series of short poems; series one.

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