• poetrybysaqib 10w

    Dust to sand

    I'll breathe you down on puff my lungs
    your body a language ,to the tip of my tongue
    I'll speak you deep, everywhere i go
    when to stop or start how I'm supposed to know?
    I'll keep learning your neck on my lips so curved
    not all of it, just the part you served
    I'll write you with the best of hands
    till you're done like a book, from dust to sand.