My fingers brush against collarbone
Falling to my neckline, rose gold
I hold fingertips
Double sided coin
Breathing
Golden sea
In you
Hands drop shifting
Hammered silver, engraved bangles
Evil eye
Malachite
Moonstone
Lapis lazuli
Gold and
Diamonds cuffed on wrists
Light chimes synchronized with
A Spritz
of a certain debaser
Center line
In you
I dial up beats
Settling into the mood
A true red
s t r i n g
sits on swaying hips
Drip
Dripping
Like candle wax on skin
Soft flame
In you
I walk over
Ankles wrapped in smooth thick lines
Of tiny golden
b e l l s
I stand in front of
you.
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Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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This was so subtle yet powerful at the same time, it felt like the poem was whispering to me. I give it a saucy 10/10!