4A Poem by AllisonI want to write poems on your skin. I’ll use my mouth to trace syllables and allusions across your chest, And chart a haiku down your spine. I want to make a novel of the freckles on your arms, I’ll tell a story of love and despair and happily every afters. Let my fingers walk across your hips and down your thigh, I’ll tickle you with comedies and hopeless romantics. I want to plant a screenplay on your lips, And watch it grow into an A-list movie. The words that come out of your mouth Are far more beautiful than any celebrity. You've already won all of my awards. © 2014 Allison |
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