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i can’t think when every touch of yours is a tidal wave.

Staff Note: wonderful imagery

manicpoetry:

hailing screaming
seas under white sheets.

whirling winds
of impenetrable fury

hurricane fingertips
gripping tight

to shreds of
writhing flesh

elbows into
mountain crooks

underneath all
this
sweet skin,

i can taste your bones, dear.  

Reblogged from February 20th, 2012 18 notes #poetry #poem #spilled ink
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