Day breaks
And Obscenity paints in the shadows
Created in my path of light
Lemon and ripe
Yellow and bright
In the shape that i cast
A warm welcome to which it lurks
Tailing me.
Bare skin like glass on screen
Grass on green
Oh day light warm and right
One under the cover
under my feet
Tiny velvet pricks to cow licks
Glass bodies with light slicing through them
Writhing and rubbing
Smooth pane to pane
I would never do that in the light
Never.
YOU ARE READING
On the bed, I see the shadow of my slow-turning fan on the ceiling.
PoetryIt's a modern classic. Jk, It's a collection of thoughts from a 19 year old girl who lives in Malaysia. It's anger, sadness, pain, loss, happy thoughts, funny musings. It's what every girl might relate to.
