Coax the night open with your breath—
a slow unbuttoning of shadows
as fingers trace
the hush
beneath the skin.
I ache for what stays hidden,
aim for hunger
unreturned— feeling the dark press close,
as I wait for you to turn towards me.
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Posted for Quadrille Monday 236 – Coaxing is as it does @dVerse Poets Pub
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