Played.

I press hot fingernails into flesh,
my red venom contrails on your spine.
You strum my softness nimbly—
musically—
I guess that’s why they call it
fingering.

6 thoughts on “Played.”

VictoryInTrouble says:

October 25, 2016 at 4:43 pm

Oh, love this!

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1. Write Handed Poetry says:
  
  October 25, 2016 at 4:48 pm
  
  Love you, for reading ❤ always.
  
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  1. VictoryInTrouble says:
    
    October 25, 2016 at 5:04 pm
    
    my pleasure 🙂
    
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freckles for breakfast says:

October 26, 2016 at 11:53 pm

So many posts in such little time!! Consider me impressed 🙂

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1. Write Handed Poetry says:
  
  October 26, 2016 at 11:55 pm
  
  Yessssss!! Impressing you was the goal freckles. That’s it. I’ve achieved everything. 😉
  
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  1. freckles for breakfast says:
    
    October 26, 2016 at 11:57 pm
    
    Yusss the goal has been achieved! I would say I guess you can stop now, but don’t! Ever!! ❤
    
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