Who are you?
I am not a vessel;
woman, poet, coloured,
they are only covers.
Who are you?
I am not any of those titles.
You force me to knit a name
from parts of worn clothes
to avoid your own face
in the mirror.
Who are you?
The love in your veins.
The liquour of life -
like water I mold
into shapes, but
I am without form.
Who are you?
You.
A soul.
Aug 17, 2019
Aug 17, 2019 at 8:30 PM UTC
Who are you?
I am not a vessel;
woman, poet, coloured,
they are only covers.
Who are you?
I am not any of those titles.
You force me to knit a name
from parts of worn clothes
to avoid your own face
in the mirror.
Who are you?
The love in your veins.
The liquour of life -
like water I mold
into shapes, but
I am without form.
Who are you?
You.
A soul.