You are vaginal,
You give life.
You come as a man should: fluid,
Aggressively pulsing in favor of me.
You are tough,
You speak like tornadoes do.
You destroy and carnage the sorrow
That would otherwise kill me, you toss them aside.
You are new
Like foreign stars over places I’ve never been.
Like personal discovery, like a gift clad in cologne,
Something wrapped in ribbons.
YOU ARE READING
Ribbons: A Random Assortment of Poetry
PoetryRibbons, a collection of poetry stemming from days of the author's life. Ribbons details the anxiety, pain, joy, love, hate he felt in each memory. It's kept in chronological order, each piece was placed as it was finished, (with some exceptions) as...
