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Light on my Fingertips

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You tasted like light on my fingertips,
The glint of your eyes a clear note,
Playing me through this winter,
Icicles cracking and falling to the carpet.
I turned to spring on your bed,
I could never touch you, in heaven,
But then I knew you'd smile.
So I'm back here in hell,
And I'm taking my punishment,
Licking my fingers of you.
(C) Me.
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DaggerEyes's avatar
:) This is gorgeously well written, you've created some great imagery.