Bubbles under my skin

by Whitney Stacey

 

Secret midnight kisses

In the shadows

Of that long dark trail

Thin through the trees

Wind on my ankles

A crisp night

Light

But eerie

No one is following

But still you are careful

Not to let the darkness see

Your warm hand

On the back of my neck

Makes bubbles under my skin

Memories dissolve

And I want you with me

All the time

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