morning

morning

A Poem by awkward turtle
"

this is a beginning. to be continued/edited/revised.

"

The open window lets in

The sound of rain, a cool breeze

My room, bathed in blue dawn light

My skin, pale

My body, curled on the bed

I trace my fingertips along warm skin

I trace my lips along a freckled shoulder

He shivers, I smile

© 2011 awkward turtle


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Added on June 15, 2011
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awkward turtle
awkward turtle

Portland, ME



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I've always enjoyed writing, but it is only recently that I have decided to try to fine-tune my skills and find my true style. I go to college in Portland, Maine, and consider myself somewhat of a mul.. more..

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