Do I look unclean?
Does the dirt on my soul turn you off?
Does it make me undesirable?
Does the discoloration of my skin remind you that I am alive?
Am I handsome enough for you?
I am learning.
Remembering
Feeling
Tasting
This loose body is not tarnished.
It is adorned with jewels.
With gold and silver, sapphires and rubies.
Body;
he is beautiful.
I will love him
And pray he forgives me.
Body;
He is mine.
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Of Citrus, Honey, and Melancholy ● Poetry ●
Poetry❝Part into me like an orange and make me spill over your fingertips.❞ ------------------------ An original collection of poetry and raw confessions about queer sexuality and pain. Please read at your own discrimination.
