Skeleton Kite

Shadows and bruises of smoke
A hole in an eye that is a kite
A skeleton still flying
Or trying.
Teeth on my skin, biting
Softer kisses that do not know the concept of time.
Ten butterflies dancing outside a bright white window
Framed and hung to the door.
Drumming of fingers and a taste of whiskey
Delirious minds do not unknow delirious bodies
A clasp around hands, a scar on a love
Boneless lips smile
A skeleton still flying
Over my mind.

~insight07

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