Poems from verasophi
His sweet skin has outlived its expiration
Finally, it has soured,
from the moment her lips touched.
Undeniably it had to happen someday:...
I loved our home
it took so much to build
the door our joined hands
the roof one another's protection
dad after day we built it till it...
If you ever must catch your breath,
feel your head on my chest
and the warmth of my embrace.
My tender slow breaths
are your safest net.
Deepest dark brown eyes
bury your pain in me now
my eyes will be deep
Cracked, weathered, pig-skinned tools
affectionately craft
softest, supple, virgin-hands of suede.
Desert: my mountains,
sky scrapers:...