arms of ebony porosity
of gentle aggressiveness
carry me away from rain and plains
this rebound on my lips
of its two-coloured fleshes
softened these corroborating questions
this emotions I send to hell
killed by his crackly voice
like a defective radio set
with which he whispers little words
I don't think I can use that word
but he clings like an idiot
to this body that suits him
without thinking about the morning
when far too soon
my body will forget the beautiful things it can do
. written by this French bitch who thinks she's going to be famous overseas
Maya MPMH
Istg this poem would be a hundred times prettier in French, like translate it and you'll see
It actually was in French, from the start, then I went bozums.
im just pretty delusional about my audience that's why
YOU ARE READING
MY POETIC ASS
شِعرI freaking love poetry and I was thinking about writing my own Here we are today But yall better read it, I might receive a literature award one day
