I loved his shoulder,
showed me that one day
it would be a nice place to share a burden.
I loved his hair,
seemed so soft
I couldn't help touching it
I loved his arm,
how he spread it
like a wing to hug
Above all...
I loved his back,
because it was the only thing that I could see...
YOU ARE READING
Déjà Vu
PoetryThe poems of TheGreyhoundLady are set in days of her darkest valleys. She found something interesting in pain and suffering, and what she longs for is you to see pain in a new shifting paradigm through the words of her contemporary prose-poem.
