Back when I had lost all my friends and the last lover sat there behind the barred door, she would gather me up with so much warmth.
She knew I could not be without rhythm. So she played the harp for me. Caresses from hushed lullabies sitting against the windowsill.
She wept when she saw me naked. I pretended I did not see. She bathed me in flowers and silk.
Her touch sang mellow tunes on my discolored skin. And her eyes held my soul still, cuddled me as if I was once in her womb.
Tender, careful breathing into my lungs she did. I looked at her. She only smiled. The air sounded an apology.
Aug 18, 2020
Aug 18, 2020 at 9:39 AM UTC
Back when I had lost all my friends and the last lover sat there behind the barred door, she would gather me up with so much warmth.
She knew I could not be without rhythm. So she played the harp for me. Caresses from hushed lullabies sitting against the windowsill.
She wept when she saw me naked. I pretended I did not see. She bathed me in flowers and silk.
Her touch sang mellow tunes on my discolored skin. And her eyes held my soul still, cuddled me as if I was once in her womb.
Tender, careful breathing into my lungs she did. I looked at her. She only smiled. The air sounded an apology.
been so long. i missed being here. i missed being the old me.
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