Patches of skin
Tracing the patterns of old scars
A slow sinuous sharing of souls
Time seems to stop
As we lie together
My hands in your hair
Your hands everywhere
Dying
Languidly
As one
The Ramblings of one Partical-ular mind. Using words to create a cohesive whole of the universe. Poems and Foreign languages and mixed media.
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