"ladywithpen" poems
I dip my fingers in me
thinking of your face.
biting my lips,
figuring out your taste.
you seem like a
drop of sweat on my nape,
honey milk on my waist.
One summer
you shall flow
and the flowers
would glow waiting
for the rains.
Do not haze, neither haste.
the world inside me will tremble,
and so will my skin.
for some stones
now know
how a bud blossom
in the cold snow.
©ladywithpen
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
Lets just walk a mile
for a while
not thinking
about where to go
all the places
I stroll with your
hand in mine
would be our destination.
©ladywithpen
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
We were asked
to make wine.
We made poison as well.
©ladywithpen
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC