She Has Dimples by markia c. brooks
She has dimples The one on the left is a little shallow The one with the scar just above it The one you stamp your thumb over Tell her no one notices And he has soft hair Burgundy wine spilling off a kitchen island Falling through your finger tips They make Eskimos blush Turning pressing eyebrows Brushing left shoulders square Free lips whisper secrets and songs I can’t swim I can maybe stay Winter beards chase naked necks They fold and hide in homemade sweaters Stubbled chins find soft skin like cat’s tongue
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