she comes in the night,
carrying the countenance of apollo.
i wear my sunlight like the moon
every once in a while she strips me down
leaving me naked and invisible.
a thief.
many weeks later
she dresses me up again
in my soul embroidered sweater
to keep me warm and bright
for just one more night.
-every time you depart, you depart with pieces of me,
stolen.
YOU ARE READING
you, and my materials.
Poetrygive me a few moments of your time so that i can dress you up in poetry give me your eyes, see the world through mine i beg you to be gentle, please have empathy this is your world, on the floor, by the bed like laundry, pick me up and use me. s...
