the old world exploded, a new one was created out of the dreams I kissed upon your earlobes.
the tickling of not a feather but a piece of heated wax washed over us both.
I used my untrimmed nails to trace over the map of your flesh,
how I got lost and you pulled me back in the right direction,
reminded me of my father and all those basketball lessons he gave me.
me being my father's son inside a woman's bones,
I don't feel like a son inside this new world spinning through my blood veins.
as I became yours, being touched by your love, I finally became my father's daughter.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
