insecurities under the soft blouse
fragility walking in stiletto heels
knowing....
when you light the candles...
when you unbutton the silk shirt...
when you lay me down...
enraptured....
you will be too far gone to see
the mars and freckles of my make-up
the blemishes from my past
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
1 comment:
the past, with all of its markings and scars, is what makes us who we are today..very nice write...
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