Bones sore and body bare,
I really have no intention of getting up from this bed.
Trying to hide a corner grin,
because if you turn around you will surely see.
Not just a smile,
Or a moment of pleasure,
But me utterly vulnerable,
Sickened with splendor.
Am I in control?
By no means.
Where did you come from?
How did you sneak?
For my heart has been under constant lock and key.
Strange of a creature you are?
Or stranger am I....
Because I'm in complete awe of you.
Bewitched by the infinite power you have over mine.
Power you have,
Power that I have no wish to once more behold.
I surrender most ardently,
To you I cling and hold.
YOU ARE READING
:Distorted Beauty
PoetryThis is the beginning stages of a poem book that my sister and I are writing. We encourage comments and we do hope you enjoy it. More is soon to come by: Mikayla & Tiffany Moss
