Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2013
Your gums are uneven,
but I think this is what makes you
the portrait of perfection.

If I could paint,
I would paint you
Like an angelic sun with a celestial birth of freedom.

You speak to me at night when the fan's on too high
and I'm too low and sunken to resist
the chill in my bones.
emma joy
Written by
emma joy  CT
(CT)   
441
   Joel A Doetsch
Please log in to view and add comments on poems