Prints

This is a personal piece that I wrote after a hiatus of 3 years- its terrifying to venture into something so hidden and complex but a poem neither complies nor waits- it just demands.

1- There's a serene pleasure,

in being touched ever so light,

a slow stroke of hand,

expanding, unveiling, all that's hidden,

all that's ridden in some shame of some past.

2- I have relinquished my fears,

one acquiescent curl

and I feel the chaos underneath,

It's been so silent,

It's so clear.

I refuse to fall.

3- He embeds in me colors unseen

the warm hues his mouth paints

My veins reach out to him,

Red vines curl to be touched.

I'm unsure,

If he'd ever move, he'd ever shift,

and see the trail

these red threads weaved for him to find.

4- I don't want to love

He believes love isn't for him

His face, my hands, a kiss ever so crazy,

There is no love,

I ought not to love.

Author's Note

Shout out to google images for this amazing sketch. Hope you enjoy this piece, constructive criticism is forever appreciated :)