Oct 2017

I was following the bluish lines behind your neck

your moon pale skin became a map

I wished I could somehow traverse across your back

and follow paths that lead to heavens-

And then you smiled

like if you knew somehow I had

these thoughts in mind

while sitting close, so close behind

to smell your scent

and see the map so clear aligned

with bluish trails

I wished to follow across your back-

β€œHer skin is pale as watermelon ****** free of its juices.”
― Jaclyn Moriarty, The Ghosts of Ashbury High
Written by
Hector  M/Florida, USA
(M/Florida, USA)   
         Jamadhi Verse, Nonsense Poet, ---, Lora Lee, Laci and 8 others
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