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Desperate

by Mariia Bashmakova 4 years ago in love poems
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Hope: A Lover in My Mind

His invisible hands caressed my neck

and stroked the bone behind my ear.

They traced beautiful words into my accepting skin

and tingling mind,

Every movement one of desperation,

Of a desire fed by both Nothing and Everything all at once.

He blew kisses in between my ribs and

they morphed into barbaric butterflies with the moment they reached my belly,

and then traveled along my barely-conscious body.

He promised me everything and gave me beautiful thoughts; a desire to be

there when he said they would come.

He made it almost bearable, after tearing me into a billion ecstatic

exploding pieces and then making me whole again

In his rough and delicate ways

All as the night watched and tenderly cradled me to sleep.

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Mariia Bashmakova

Hello! I write words and thoughts and other things.

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