my lover
i love you
for you are
the dents in
the plaster
and the torn
edges of my
carpet
but mostly
you are
the needle
that pricks me
and numbs me
and drifts me off
to my home
of blackness
and silence
and wakes me
with sunflowers
and syrup
dripping through
your fingertips
YOU ARE READING
dirty paws
PoetryA POEM A DAY the words of a woman who wove love through her pores trying to remove his dirty paws from her sores Inspired by the #MeToo movement, dirty paws displays the struggles of a woman as she attempts to overcome her experiences of assaul...
