I trace the shape of your hand
on my thigh
in my mind,
only in my mind.
as you part my lips
with your mouth
you tear down every barricade
I made
so I'd survive.
I long to thrive
in the infinite haze
that surrounds us
as you toss my walls upon the floor
next to my clothes
and pull my hair
with fingers
wrapped around my face
what a beautiful
mistake
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶6 days ago in Petlife
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Now this one should get Top Story it speaks volumes. Well written ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️