Chameleons

Memories of you are slippery
Sifting through my fingers
As I try to live my fantasy
Of the taste of your mouth
And the feel of you pressing me down.

We are chameleons,
Blending into the sheets.
Sunlight casting new colors on us
Filtering through the curtains
Setting your skin on fire.

These moments are unique,
Built of a thousand secret touches
Glances across a crowded room
Lingering in the fissures of my psyche
Bubbling to the surface like champagne desire.

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.