my body flows
like molasses
between your teeth.
sweet/soft/smooth.
i am carved
like clay
in your hands.
malleable.
you hold me
like a potter
at the wheel.
i’ll be whoever you need me to be.
i am the wind
between
your fingers.
never really there.
i want jagged edges
bones that cut
flesh.
but i am soft.
i want feet-
not wings
to stand.
just for a minute.
i want to be
Aphrodite
not Medusa.
but i am cursed.
am i enough
on my own
or do i need you.
i never feel like enough.
my body breaks
between your arms
and i smile.
because i broke.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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'i am the wind between your fingers. never really there.' Awesome poem, Sara. 👏👏👏🤩