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Braille




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.

           
Surges where fascinations smile



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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  1. This is a concept poem I can relate to. Thanks for writing it.

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