in this vignette, i am yours only–
a wish plucked from weeping boughs.
& god knows i vowed // not to speak
of this // no blooming hands, no lips;
milk
but your brightness swallows the floods
i am floating // yet wingless
i am worship // i am sun
baked soft with new blood, collagen;
silk
bathed in // what i never dared crave
drawn by // the glint of your blue
light is sweetest after the shade // love
is the shape of you
YOU ARE READING
aes. poems
Poetryhi i like poems and stuff so will update when i cant sleep (which is Very frequently) NONE OF THESE ARE MINE UNLESS MENTIONED. ALL THE CREDIT GOES TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS. T R I G G E R W A R N I N G self harm, depression, mental illnesses, etc.
