Your work lingers sweet at first, then quietly sharp beneath the surface. I love how desire, warning, and memory blur together in your images. It feels like standing at a threshold between pleasure and ache. What I keep wondering is: what shape does your muse take when it starts to speak back?
Love this poem so much, I felt a shiver up my spine as I read “righteous ache
The love of one begs
A cheery late
At the base of my spine
Past the unaligned hour”
Beautifully written, so much emotion and tension.
Beautiful!!
beautiful writing
Your writing is simple, yet it carries such a heavy, meaningful resonance. Beautiful poem!!!
Your work lingers sweet at first, then quietly sharp beneath the surface. I love how desire, warning, and memory blur together in your images. It feels like standing at a threshold between pleasure and ache. What I keep wondering is: what shape does your muse take when it starts to speak back?
Love this poem!
What an intriguing question. I think you’ll like my May poetry. They somewhat answer this question.
Beautiful work.
Beautiful
Wow. Cool poem. ^.^ I like this line: "...the flesh
Sinks in to meet..."