Such a beautiful poem it is 🙂
I’m the woman who believes in thorns,
the beauty of fallen fruit,
and lavishing love on the lovable
I’m generous, difficult, and incomplete.
I’m emotional, moody and often demanding
I have spells of sullen iciness,
and moments of hot tea and clarity.
I’m the woman who can only be
of this world for moments at a time.
My soul affixed to solitude
and one darkness after another.
When the lights finally come back on,
I confess I like a warm arm around my waist
and a strong shoulder to rest my chaotic head.
I’m also partial to masculine fingers
that know how to coax my color back,
under silk sheets, with creative words,
and hands of purpose.
I’m often confused. Do I succumb
to the screeching crow
or pay homage to the nightingale?
I’m the woman who would go
anywhere to leave you,
but will beg you to…
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