My dear friend
Please hold my hand
Please be my scaffold
And bear my weight on your back
Wet, dry and kiln fire my crumbled bones
Hold me delicately between your fingertips
And paint me a bright blue sky
With rosy petals on my cheeks
Be my wooden canvas, hold me up
Let me stretch my skin across your frame
Rigid and taught
I'm stable, to the touch
Weld me together
Boil my blood then let it harden and cool
Drip me across under your fiery heat
Let the invisible bonds take their shapes
Be the panes for my glass
Hold me up then watch me shatter
Watch the stone thrown
Watch me be swept away, not safe to stay
Context: a cry for help
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All's Fair In Love And Lesbian Poetry
PoetryA poetry book written by myself about my own experiences and feelings and emotions.
