Dreamy bruises By aldo kraas, www.PoetryPoem.com/poet11586 Unlock all Features - Upgrade to Poetry Prime
back seat eyes are dull and black but in my mind i make them shine like a spangled sky
with a thumb pressed into my hipbone i think that when you touch me i am ethical and clinquant and made of silk
with a fistful of hair i promise my mind that it is only being braided with ribbon
strong grip on my neck and i close my eyes and think of water lillies and things i don't have
and i will myself to believe that these are dreamy bruises
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