i saw you in black
and thought i'd like to know your name
but you showered me in color
before i even knew i needed it
and left me wanting your skin
instead
your earth eyes
and the way you hold yourself
close
the way you speak
purposeful and slow
and i wanted that too-
you left me wanting
the lines of your palm
the cadence and rhythm
of your songs
the fall, helpless, of your hair
you left me wanting-
wanting
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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...
