The landscape of you,
Which I long to explore,
The potholes of clavicles,
Plush rising pectorals;
Rivers of veins, tracing
Their ambient way
Down your elegant arms,
Pulse against your skin
Like a drum-beat tide.
The grey of your eyes,
Like the stormiest skies,
Nevermore cast in shadow;
And the lines of your laughter
Curve away like a footpath,
A road for your memories
Paved with those smiles.
Your skin is a map,
Which I still long to trace
With deliberate fingertips,
Yet still, I will choose
To effortlessly lose myself,
In the landscape of you.
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Author:
SerenWise (
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- Category: Love
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Comments3
Very well done! The metaphors were such that it painted a beautiful portrait for the reader to envision.
Beautiful write.
I loved this. Beautiful 😌
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