I find pieces of you
Wedged in the strangest places
Tucked loosely behind my ear
A hair that kissed the nape of my neck which
Synchronized with your searching jaws
You linger
Tugging like gravity
On the edges of my lips
Once so defined
Now a fading chalk outline
Sketched by your tricky nimble fingers
Molded by hands
I thought I knew
But this shape is unfamiliar
Elastic skin that won’t shape over bones
Tracing down my skin
Your fingerprints are brand marks now
- GNE
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 1:23 AM UTC
I find pieces of you
Wedged in the strangest places
Tucked loosely behind my ear
A hair that kissed the nape of my neck which
Synchronized with your searching jaws
You linger
Tugging like gravity
On the edges of my lips
Once so defined
Now a fading chalk outline
Sketched by your tricky nimble fingers
Molded by hands
I thought I knew
But this shape is unfamiliar
Elastic skin that won’t shape over bones
Tracing down my skin
Your fingerprints are brand marks now
- GNE
because you won't let me sleep
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