6/7/13:
Hold me in your hands and place me beneath your soil.
I will learn you thoroughly and skeletal-
discover your scars and beauty marks.
I wish I could have met your architect,
asked him why your jaw flinches when you're upset.
But you are divine,
from the peaks of your arches to the small of your back.
You are a spindle, my thread- a breathing canvas.
But your ends are not frayed, they are lavishly intact.
I hope one day you know that you are unblemished to me.
YOU ARE READING
The Sagittarius
PoetryThe Sagittarius is a chronological collection of poems I've written over the past year and a half that are all specific to one topic. Some are very brief and some are longer.
