i watch
as her golden words
roll of her pretty tongue
smoothly and with
this elegance i could never match
i try
and replicate her words-like-honey
with my metallic tongue,
but i am unable
you created this
blockage in my throat
with the same hand
that caresses her velvet skin
because i never did seem to stay silent
even with your grip
on my throat
YOU ARE READING
growing seeds from wilted roses
Poetrydear reader, my friend, please be gentle for you are reading pieces of my heart written onto these pages for your eyes to read and for your heart to feel.
