notMetaphor Poetry words slide

words slide



words slide down

the lines of your body

cling fresh

against light lengths of hair

glimmer wave

from eyes that know no bound

dreamed aloud like diamond rain

 

I find myself mute.

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thisPoem!=Metaphor

if poetry; elif drawings; else ljb >> /dev/null;

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