Poem: A Simple Story of Skin

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A Simple Story of Skin

As she leaves the house, you kiss the small patch of skin
at the back of her neck. A brushing of lips against skin.

And now, much later, you still feel the softness.
your heart beats faster, even now.

About this poem.

Autobiographical of the morning.

The picture was taken at the Sterling Rennaisance Faire

Tom

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