Poems from heberle
A spider is crawling up my throat
Or so it feels…
He is weaving his threads tight
And capturing every bug in sight
Or so it feels…
His...
When people lock their gaze,
Point their flame,
Aim their guns,
At my being
What do I do?
The men want her number
The men want me gone...
The blue of the sky matches your eyes
I glide around you,
With pep and coyish glides
The heat of your touch clouds my gaze
And I yearn for...
Like a movie they said
The stars above
The air so brisk
How I want back that night...
Lips like cherries
Voice like rain
I climb onto you...
Age represents the boundary
Yeah that's what people say
But when it comes to truth,
The boundary preys on me
I know that he breathes me,
I...