Another poem

Kite

I feel you coming
Closer
Like a storm
Inside my skin
I see hidden
Broad shoulders in
Crisp white linen
Soft pink lips
And I wonder
What you look like
What you feel like
What you sound like
When words escape you
Soft and solid
As I press my nails
Into pliant skin
Or sink my teeth
Through muscle and bone
Deep into
The unyielding core of you
That anchors me
And sets me free

~Katrina Marie Craig

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