Friday, 27 June 2014

Day 27 - Rooftops

Rooftops
My fingers are strangers on the rooftops of your spine,
Illicit visitors cruising quietly towards their destination,
Shivers bring palms down to continue the journey,
Warm skin beneath cool enquiry offers answers
That flicker in the air and leave as quickly
As a sharpened breath awaiting a tongue's caress.

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