i have delved into the expanse of your/
silken hair and i have found in the/patterns of your braids/ the fingers of titans/your golden skin a pact with the gods/you are sun split/stars woven into the threads of your lashes/
you are primordial/your clay moulded from the ashes of time/a sculpture of ancient proportions/your eyes hiding the histories of all the worlds civilizations/and it is only when i have grown to fide your name/at once i know you are
— you are fearfully and wonderfully made
YOU ARE READING
tyrants
Poetrythe kind of love i've been dreaming of 2018 - 2023 #29 in poetry, 2nd april 2023 #56 in prose, 23rd may 2019 #16 in non fiction, 6th april 2023
