I take it in my hands,
letting its tenderness coil around my fingers
and slip into my skin to lie beneath my doubts.
till I have stolen all its warmth which ceased to linger.
from then, I shall start over again
until its contents are dry beyond compare.
- your feelings & affection for me
• • •
a/n
It was only after a few weeks that I re-visited this piece after writing it, completely forgetting what it was about, and I honestly thought I wrote smut. I really thought that I wrote a sexual piece unintentionally.
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Poetry"My head is full of thorns too harmful to leave unattended. " A collection of poems, short stories and free speeches. Copyright Ariana Miriam.
