3 Short Poems, 1 Long Night

June of 2016

2:00am

My sensitivity must draw from my sensuality.
 My inability to feel your love without feeling your body,
 Is like telling me to eat without using my hands.
 It's possible..
 But my desire to have your soul on my lips,

And to reach portions of your inner
 through parts of my outer.


2:15am
 Your ill words no longer affect
 The peace that's blossoming inside of me
 For your judgements
 Serve as weeds
 And produce nothing worth keeping

2:20am
 I see no shame in emotions

Nothing makes me feel more alive than
 The sensuality that I bring,
 And nothing about your morbid, numbness
 Could penetrate my depths.
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