HEAVILYsedated wrote:my evenings were spent alone// standing still in the middle of a quiet storm but you'd be there// and you'd walk up and say things to my pores// kissing my soul// stroking my hand// you'd whisper words into my ear like sugar cube raindrops melting// falling// seaping through the holes in the pavement// i stood there and you read a poem to my hair, the blatant storm of ethnicity that you loved to run your hands through// so you'd be there// but i always stood alone in the midst of my quiet storm while you admired my physicality and ignored the rest of me
Lovely!!! Peace and blessings to ya!