Poetry folds me in her arms

Poetry folds me in her arms. I diffuse in the lap of her wordsand wake from slumber with lavender smile cheekbones, and embellished fingertips, cottage skies of infinite letters and blank spaces. Some parts of me are alphabets, and some vowels. I wear letters like expensive jewelsand spill milk white secrets, With few colons dispersed… Continue reading Poetry folds me in her arms