S C R A T C H E S - by Nadine Plummer

I map the scratches on your back.
The ones I left the night before.
Deep reminders of me.
My power.
My strength.

My fire. 

Etched into your flesh.
They glisten.
Those risen trails of my passion.
Our mutually exchange of digging into each other’s body.
Striving to become a union of one breath, one tempo, one reality.
I dig deeper.

Leaving my legacy on you.
Unlike the whips of the past you welcome my enforcement.
You call onto it in your murmurs which travel through me evenly.
When my intensity heals over, I'll find a way to carve my longing

for you into your rich ebony layers.

One stroke at a time.

- Nadine Plummer


1 comment

Joe Weiss

Great Poem

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