(in love)
The curves of her body
Glisten in the moonlight
As she lies still
Fallen
by the pond
I want to trace them
with my lips
I tell her
she is
exquisite
and her giggle
rings in my ears
little bells
signalling spring
The curves of her body
Glisten
As the first rays of sun
Greet her
she whispers
She is broken
I want to
caress
her wounds
they are deep
dark
unhealed
And as I touch them
We can pretend
She is cured
My words drip like honey
They form a ribbon
With which I wrap her
I insist
She is perfect
How can she not be?
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 9:02 AM UTC
(in love)
The curves of her body
Glisten in the moonlight
As she lies still
Fallen
by the pond
I want to trace them
with my lips
I tell her
she is
exquisite
and her giggle
rings in my ears
little bells
signalling spring
The curves of her body
Glisten
As the first rays of sun
Greet her
she whispers
She is broken
I want to
caress
her wounds
they are deep
dark
unhealed
And as I touch them
We can pretend
She is cured
My words drip like honey
They form a ribbon
With which I wrap her
I insist
She is perfect
How can she not be?
~written from the perspective of the lover/parasite