Braille
Lips
curl a pout.
Lean
grin wrinkles.
Pink
gloss moistened by tongues.
Press
back, deep into pillows.
Postpone
sleep, hold my palm in place.
Wander
across your body.
Regions
only wondered about.
Sam Barbee
Sam Barbee’s poems have appeared Poetry South, The NC Literary Review, Crucible, Asheville Poetry Review, The Southern Poetry Anthology VII: North Carolina. His second poetry collection, That Rain We Needed (2016, Press 53), was a nominee for the Roanoke-Chowan Award as one of North Carolina’s best poetry collections of 2016.
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Poetry
This is a concept poem I can relate to. Thanks for writing it.
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