| Perfectly Imperfect|
I’ll breathe life n color into you
Whisper a vineyard
through your hollow ribs
Bear the world, with you,
at your hips.
My word is alive
inside your lungs
drawing in air like my pencils do.
Let my actions walk
in my words.
Massage wine through your veins like blood.. You never properly loved me
Hard for the gods to believe..
Who can see for Miss independent,
that with the correct interdependence,
it’s easiest to lift the shirt over the heart laying on her sleeve?
The credit is yours woman, because
nobody gets undressed like you.
Nobody handles stress like you.
No body is a mess, unless
every body is a mess like you.