if you only knew
how much I miss the feel of satin against satin
- lips
eight word poem
does anyone else have an undeniable lust for domesticity?
and as much as i could have to gain
from letting my heart speak for myself on this one,
about how her wandering hands are as stained red as her those curls,
to do that would require
the barter of my character and dignity
for anything that resembles a personal win
and that is something i pray i have the strength to avoid.
and if i plaster and spackle over
the all of us,
would i finally be able to sleep at night?
even if i pave over the last five months of my life,
whenever the fissures and fractures begin to reveal themselves,
as they always do,
there is no doubt sprigs of you,
verdant signs of life,
will relentlessly grow in each and every single nook.
is it even worth it?
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
