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

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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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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