Bedsheets

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It's like they say.
Your memory is tangible,
A rocky ghost beneath my icy fingertips.
Your chest rises and falls beneath me,
kaleidoscope eyes gently watch,
warm hands intertwine.
I close my eyes to better hear
the comforting beat,
and as I am at peace,
metaphors spill out of my mind
and bleed all over the sheets.

Reviews

[Bexers]

Sounds like some interaction that happens after sex.
Good write, good read.

Keep it up.