#poetickeshia

[poetickeshia]

i never closed my music box

the dancer inside

was already broken

but she still swayed

to the same song

even when it got quieter

like the sound of turning pages

from books

i have read more than once

that floated into my dreams

while others hated the repetition

i looked forward to the familiar

sound and look

that was close and distant

i could never close it

some things can’t be stifled

so i always poured love in

while the melody poured out

and that’s how i feel

getting to know you

[poetickeshia]

you warm my bones

so that the chill of self hate

can’t permeate

the gumbo

the holy trinity

of solace, stillness,

and serenity

that never leaves the home

or the bed of proses

that i want to tuck myself in

even when

again and again

i benumb

with frigid lies

that pillow

more thoughts that exposes

how much you are there

every sunset

and sunrise

whenever the eyes

of the moon

opens or closes

while angels loan you

ingredients that thicken

my skin

and soften my heart

so even when i’m alone

i’m wrapped up

in parts of you

that continue to provide

sustenance

a simmering stew

that i always

welcome inside