When you see her
Admire the creases in her face
That pave paths of three dotted stairs
Climbing to the intensities of her eyes
The laughter
That pours out like cast iron pot
toppled over lukewarm water
The sorrow seen like a sparrow weeping over her lost mate
Maimed
The soft flourished skin
Harvesting the curved brunette pecan umber
Housing the millions of literature's, poetic
Tongues of her dome
Double consciousness
Severed the halves of her that could not agree
Yet occupied the same space
loving with a love that was more than love
unveiled
A phenomenal woman
A small world
Now infected by
Her rough edges
About the Creator
Bailey (BayLee) Elease
I'm an Artist but I am also a human with a voice. Hope you enjoy listening.
P.S. Sorry for the occasional typo it's sort of my thing ;)
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