Under My Skin
You are under my skin,
when you sleep, when you breathe,
when I press my lips against your skin
You smell of snow, and sliced gingerbread,
slivers of moonlight, and waves of grass
you are strawberries
and earthshine green
and my years in paradise.
Written for Kim’s dVerse Quadrille #183 “Sliver”. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.
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