Poetry: “Sink”

Sink                       by: Rose Clifford

Sink into me slowly-

and completely.

Flush the dehydration,

stagnant,

with your liquefied love.

Bleed into this skin,

Tight on my back.

For the memories,

will disappear,

but your touch,

keeps growing,

stronger.

Throbbing,

my muscles weak-

weak for you.

Always and forever,

gift me,

with this touch.

 

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