Touch

I adorn my essence with your touch

For she says that I am aiming torwards mars

But I would love you this whole galaxy and such

For I can't keep my love behind bars

It ozes out in words

Poetry

My blood

For I would slit my wrist for you to see

The esoteric bond that I have with you

That no one can see

For when I become jealous of other flowers like a stinging bee

I have to look down

For I envy the touch they recieve

But,

I am high on life when I am in your arms

With your love piling into my viens

Something I couldn't give up

-Xaviera Porter