bindweed lungs spill through
my oak branch ribs,
up my throat and
around my thorny tongue
make their way down to
cross my clavicles,
elbows and cracked milky
they hold me tighter than you ever did
Must be where you take your profile name from.
I can't say this enough. This is art and you are amazing.
This is just fantastic. I feel like you've really given us insight into the person you are, or at least the way you see yourself. Thank you for that.
Loved by Nature. I see
your descriptions are fantastic.
damn, that last line is so powerful. I adore the way you describe things in this poem.