Poems from katherinebrown498
All I need are his eyes on mine,
focused as though I am his sun
or the rings on his jupiter, or the globes
that burn like liquid amber
on...
All I need are his eyes on mine,
focused as though I am his sun
or the rings on his jupiter, or the globes
that burn like liquid amber
on...
I am crooked, my jagged vertebrae rolling
down my back like worry stones,
the rounded edges blurring just under the skin.
And...