All The Things

By jules1 in Poems » Short
Updated 18:33 IST Nov 11, 2016

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It is a scheme
that makes you think
of things that
don't make sense
to your freckled skin.
You take so long to speak
I keep missing beats
I'm weak in the knees
I reek
of your scent
I mix vodka with
Anything that's chilled
Makes me think
Of your tongue on mine
I talk in my sleep
Till I peel
The colour off my walls
I pull up the sheets
And think of kids
And lullabies and dreams
While I skim
Through your eyes
I can't eat
But think of your lips
Touching my hips
And I believe
You're doing the same.

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