I share
a breath with your skin
frost on wide windowpanes
our warmed air
as the rain pours from heavy clouds
deep into the ancient red well
echo es
of hollow s
on surface rock s
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I'd soft strip your under-jaw with my canines
a familiar musk
coats my tongue
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I'd pour into you with blind eyes
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Wild lies
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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