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Finger Poems
Something slips between us
like mingled blood
like fingers towards each other
eyes sparkling through sleep fingers
poems writing themselves
on blank pages in darkness
Listen. I see your tendrils
writing a bridge of light
our fingers intertwined with love
Your earlobes taste like apricots
your faintest echo arouses my taste buds
we disconnect all the phones
and still are able to hear ourselves
laughing
There you go again
wearing all those clothes
to keep the weather out
only your earlobes are showing
where our thoughts mingle
soundlessly
sifting poems from blank pages
© Johnmichael Simon
2006
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