Poems from Artversed
I stare at the ceiling,
the fan going in lazy circles.
I feel the sheets, twisted and thrown in the night.
I focus on these things now....
Smoke from his lips,
A light touch,
of dancing fingertips.
Is he listening?
My heart in his hands,
His love on my mind,
I can't shake...
Combat boots, studs and leather everything-she was dangerous.
Whisky in her pocket, tobacco on her lips, metal in her eyes-she was...
His laugh is like a redwood tree, full and large and endless.
Winter cannot reach me in his arms.
His hands are strong, but never mean...
My dad said once
That flaws are what make a woman beautiful
It took me eighteen years to believe it
Cellulite and stretch marks
Pimples...