each gravid hill on my fingertips,
each ardent bite mark of a guitar string,
each tongue of a flesh slithering its way out of my skin
is a testament of how much pain i could take for you,
how much savagery is there in pleading you to hear me sing
this song i only learned to caress your eardrums alone.
YOU ARE READING
Fools
PoetryWords by Fransivan MacKenzie Illustrations by Cali Isobel "FOOLS" is a small collection of poetry accompanied by illustrations that reek of love in its rawest nature, therefore defying all kinds of logic. All sixteen poems (excluding the tiny ones o...
