Ache — After Labrinth, Jealous (a golden shovel poem)

freckles
You know I love to touch you. I’m
addicted to your flesh — so jealous
of the sunlight and the breath of 
autumn wind. I’d give back all the
nights I’ve slept, to stand out in the rain
to tip my head back to the sky that
rains on you today. It falls
across your freckled cheeks, dances upon
your face, as I long to kiss again your
lips and taste your rain drenched skin.
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POETIC FORM
golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.
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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write an idea poem.
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