.
My womb screams bloody murder
My legs twitch in the horror of passive yearning
warmth
I walk down the park and remember
your hip bone and your wrists
your sighs suddenly blow the autumn leaves
vibrations;;
the sun melted on your tongue
and you reminded me that .love.
is more than emotion trembling between
two smiling souls.
It is blood, hope, and bones.
it is poetry, ink, and words.
you are the moon within my ovaries
and the strength in my femininity.
the flood in my wrists and the soldiers in my army.
our screams, the hurricane
your eyes, the earthquake.
all I yearn is for your thunder to strike
the small moments in my day where I curl
and I am wearily alone.
sit on your lap, kiss you on this throne.
my diary
my novel
your beauty is like a orchid shaped cloud
far away; lethally untouchable.
every soul falls right through you to
this miserable earth.
yet you carry me above the seas.
while proving to me that I am more
than I ever thought I was worth.
-Rune
