‘the most beautiful thing in the world is a woman who loves her body’
I love the soft touch, the soft smile, the soft eyes
soft lips,
Soft curves,
Like a new way to dream,
So truly heavy, the idea of being
Just the idea of having Adam’s name on my breath
So heavy, I can’t wait to catch a breath
Apples in my hand, hanging above my shoulder
Heavy weight of trust
You broke it, you broke it
The apple sliced up, you broke it
You broke it
I feel so heavy yet I’m just like dust
The entire pear of her, so lush and soft and clean
Her soft eyes crush,
You broke it
Brown-Star-Heaven,
I’m rotting in my own hell.
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Comments (2)
Women are often associated with pear shaped bodies and men with apple shaped. So I really loved the line "The entire pear of her". Your poem was so beautiful!
Really like your descriptive way for a woman Feeling happy but sad for her burden if responsibilities at the same time