purple

the space that surrounds the stars
close enough to hold warmth
vibrating, raw, breath
where dreams come from and go
whispers like air from wings
dancing with eyes closed
manic laughter and bliss
he licks my neck from its base
to my chin and kisses me, hard
tightly held, I collapse inwards
morphing into a silent memory
but this silence can be known
and heard with something
other than ears
dance with me, let us talk
about how the moon stopped rising
we could climb the tallest mountain
you and I
and count all of the stars and never
look back

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Author: kimberlypitzrick

I am an artist, who mostly paints and writes. I spend much of my time in the forest breathing in the fresh air and adventuring with my boyfriend and pup :)

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