I open up with fear at first,
You reassure me that you love me,
Your touch feels so familiar that I can't help myself but open up,
I look deeply into your eyes,
And I let your fingers dance,
You touch my hair and tell me that you're proud of me,
I touch your face and I tell you that you're pretty,
You run the palm of your hand around my neck and tell me to look at the stars while you dive deeper,
I feel every insecurity and doubt slip away with your rhythm,
With every stroke our eye contact became stronger,
Our passion became more passionate,
you whisper in my ear,
I'll never hurt you,
I turn around because you like that view,
But before I do I whisper back,
How could you ever hurt me when you lived inside of me for so long?
The God's were waiting for years for this exact moment,
The planets aligned today because I found myself.
YOU ARE READING
17th Street.
ŞiirThese are short poems I wrote throughout my 17th street of life and it was the only way I deemed fit for me to heal and ascend out of all the love and heartbreak and loss I've had to deal with. I wrote them in hopes that one day I'd get to look back...
