Welcome to day 202 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day breatharian meaning: "A person who believes that it is possible through meditation to reach a level of consciousness where one can exist on air alone."
Subtle Touch
She raked her hands over me
She dug in her claws
She breathed as a breatharian
Each breath was her last
My skin has lines
a microscope is no longer needed to see them
Her skin is always silk
I touch it
in my dreams and its like milk
I can drink it
I can consume it
My skin is wrinkled like a dry lake bed
It will peel off each night form
a scaly thing underneath my back
There are tiny hairs under her chin
They are delicate white whisps
I long to pluck them
Watch them germinate like seeds of her
Let them wilt and fade away
She bit me with such vehemence
She chewed away
my subtle touch.
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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