Neptune:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
'Planet' Series

Submitted: November 05, 2015

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You were my water. My sip of nectar after travel.
You were the rain that bathed me.
I had evaporated into you, that day our breath
turned to droplets on the car window.
You were the first to douse my limbs,
I wasn't the only one who had tasted you.

Tip of the finger, down to the knuckle,
you kissed like a bird.
Hill of the knuckle, to the collarbone,
you scraped your claw along the silhouette of my bare skin.
I don't know how you kept it so sharp,
After every buffer on my bone you became
so enthralled, and quivered among the clouds.

I think it was mid-winter when your eyes stopped meeting mine.
You would never say my name, and every dismissal reassured me
that I wasn't the last.
I stopped taking pleasure in walking then,
I couldn't go out in the rain
because each time a drop fell onto my cheek,
I felt your touch, your cutting affection.
I knew it wasn't you,
but you were the magnet that both pulled
and pushed the iron in my blood,
you were my water. My dehydrated tongue of dust.


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