I'll Allow It
your eyes trailing starved for the slightest— your mind fills the void whispering all i haven’t shown you i— your head tilts to hide the crooked smile the squint in your eyes as you challenge i see the heat rise up your neck your hands— always reaching and never fulfilled on fire with the need to grip i admire heavy palms and strong fingers a mind that wanders aware of the slightness in my neck the breath in my voice your eyes look so pretty when they’re glazed over
-Liya K. Lynn
An excerpt from my latest Piece... <3
a liturgy of hesitation, hunger, and the space between.
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