grasping sheets
gasping breaths
pinned
teeth to neck
flesh to flesh
skin to
welcoming skin
she takes me
away from fear
away from my mind
she whispers
quiet
and I comply
she tells me
loud
and I let her hear
how I am
hers
YOU ARE READING
digital dance - poetry
Poesíayoure not alone in the way you scream at a god who hears but does not understand or care to learn
