Silence pushes through my thoughts, plays my ear drums like djembes, and ricochets on my tears ducts before dripping itself over your chest. Ribs covered in honey-comb harmony. I kiss your neck and relinquish my armored and love-laced muse. I need your lungs in my palms and your innocence on my lips.
*One of the few sensual poems I have ever written*
Silence pushes through my thoughts, plays my ear drums like djembes, and ricochets on my tears ducts before dripping itself over your chest. Ribs covered in honey-comb harmony. I kiss your neck and relinquish my armored and love-laced muse. I need your lungs in my palms and your innocence on my lips.
*One of the few sensual poems I have ever written*
Hey Zach, you shouldn't hide this side of your skills. A little abstract, but it has a lot of merit. Keep posting!
Yeah, some of those lines are golden and I wish I'd wrote them. It gets better as it goes, too - I'd suggest next time, write a longer poem, and as you pick up momentum, keep writing. Then go back and cut out the first half or third or so and see what you end up with. You could be pleasantly surprised.
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