I want to love you
The way others do
The way that makes them swoon and
Fall at your feet
They watch the air around you ripple with magic
All the hues of light and blue create a haze that hypnotizes them all
She smells like old leather and smoke and the pages of a book
Warm and comforting
Golden sweet
Honey and sunshine dripping from the curves on her lips
The curve of her hips
Even falling from her fingertips
Her skin to her hair
She is a cosmic variegation
A fringe of pinks and plums frame your face
Inks of every shade
Color and cover her body
So many stories that they all wish to read
I want to feel that full entrancement
The flush of red you send
The fuzzy grays I feel for you
Maybe I’m colorblind or just blind to your spectrum
Maybe this glass is broken and over time
I’ll find a mirror that shows my true reflection
About the Creator
Cece T
Words are expression, and my fingers are here to dance.
Body Needs Oxygen
be it sun or rain, I will go for a walk— the body needs oxygen. Some people skip walks, giving different issues or weather conditions as excuses. I don’t. Yet if there is wildfire smoke, leaf blower gas fumes, or mulch machines running, I will delay or skip.
By Seema Patel7 days ago in Poets
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