soft

The infinite ways
I want to touch your soft skin
distract me from life

Though not a dream
She blurred the edges
Of my vision
Purged my entropy
A soft breeze
On the flesh
Of my fading soul

Strawberries
dipped in cream
dripping off
the slow and succulent curve of
the red berry
Waiting to be torn
between sharp white teeth
To let sweet juices trickle
down a soft smooth chin