i'd be lying if i said i didn't want your
angles and curves
the bow of your lips
or the delicate skin under your eyes
i want the bolt of your jaw
the lines of your open and begging throat
the smooth planes of your temples
and the soft curve of your ridged nose
i want the inside of your wrists
each knuckle and splayed palm
i want parts of you i won't ask for-
you have to give freely
with a thirsty and honest wanting
i am patient and yielding
(you can take from me)
sometimes i feel like i don't have anything
lovely or desirable to give
but i bloom and blossom for you
in honest moments
and your open hands on me
would plunge me into the
hot waters of needing
and giving
and if you were to leave me drowning
i think i'd still wait patiently
(you can take from me)
YOU ARE READING
Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
