He poured some passion
Plucked me as fruit
I was healthy; a milky way
His sweet comfort
His wild girl
A bud turned bloom in his hands
Void of faith
You toke hold of each finger
Making promises
Saying prayers
Void of faith
With his eyes
His handsome visage, a captivating allure so sincere
Locked in his gaze forever was my plea
For he, with his eyes, held a world, captivating, and free
Him
I saw everyone I knew in him
A kaleidoscope of love, joy, and sin
Woman
I love being a women.
Everything about it.
Blood, burnings and birth.
Airy, soft.
Pure fire and magic.
In me
There’s a peasant in me
More tame
Domesticated
A puppeteer, my sweet labrinyth
From her I get my strength
Hard steps
Most prized possessions
My sorry little secrets
September 7, 2016
The first time I fell in love with another it was during a low time in both of our lives. It was long distance for most of the time. He would call me everyday even though I was sleeping, even though we didn’t have a thing to say. And I would write and send him intimate poetry every week. He didn’t understand it, but he understood me. As usual; after some time, we stopped seeing each other. And well, the phone calls slowly stopped coming as frequent, and my hands were too tire to write or feel. Our lives intensified. Soon silence.
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