girl,
you are magic. you steal my soul from my being the second your gaze caresses mine. you make me want to give up my soul for your brown eyes. one brush of your fingertips and you hold my sanity in the palm of your hand. and before i know it, everything is chaos. you are the eye of the storm. you are the deepest and clearest thought.
girl,
you are magic. your touch translates to raw poetry. my words are nothing. for how can i write poetry about a book with all the poems in the world? what is the word for a bird already stunning in its sitting form, opening its wings and the watcher loses their breath? what is the word for when i see one sway of your saree-clad belly and i am ready to die in peace? what is the word for when the teasing whiff of the jasmine in your hair threatens to steal my voice forever? you are the softest and most beautiful thing in every room.
girl,
you are magic. you know exactly what you're doing, don't you? how a little smile from you brings me with my iron armor to my knees. and i still struggle to understand the way your laugh starts to melt the rigid ice around my heart. since when can a smile, a curve of a lip, linger forever in my mind and leave me yearning for a touch? you are the gods' finest creation.
girl,
ah. this girl. pure magic and all.
this girl...i swear she will be the end of me.
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" sweet mother, i cannot weave — slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl. "
in case you didn't know, and in case this overtly queer poem did not make it clear enough: i love women. yes, i am a raging bisexual. if you have a problem with that, you may drop dead immediately!
author's note: "what is the word for a bird already stunning in its sitting form, opening its wings and the watcher loses their breath?" is not my quote — it's by Olivia Gatwood.
thank you so much for reading my poem! if you enjoyed, be sure to leave a vote & comment <3 follow me and add this book to your Library/Reading List for more. i appreciate you so much!
yours truly,
लावन्या / Lavanya
@pearlyniqhts
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Poetry" poetry is the thoughts that breathe. it is the words that burn and silence that screams " a collection of my poems. hope you enjoy! yours truly, लावन्या / Lavanya
