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Moon Scars

Last fall as the night’s chill snuck up on us,

sitting behind the tall oak tree

on Lilac Lane,

I kissed you with my small town lips,

tasted you with my country tongue

and learned a lot about pain — love.

Silk skin in the moonlight

razor sharp kisses.

Crescent shaped scars on my chest

where you showed me how to fly.

And I

remember falling asleep

in a pile of red and orange

the crinkle of leaves

and the shape of the moon on my soft skin.


Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts in the comments below.

-Wishing you the brightest of days,Eva

” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow,my ink would cease to flow.”

via Moon



I am the author of and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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