Scent of sweaty armpits
Taste of shared orange
Tea brewed too long
Wood stove in
Winter
Tap my beauty marked arm
Meet my gaze with fire
Perpetual
With hard wood
Bending
Melting together how
The snow outside builds
Luminous growth
Overflows
My will
Falling now in boots made
For much worse context
Force of power
Larger than
Snow's storm
A large collection of
Life's little moments
Wrapped like flowers
Delivered
By hand
The windows are covered
The door can't open
Happily stuck
In warmth and
Passion
Vanquished yet full of life
A blank canvas speaks
Soul is molded
To fit lines
I write.
About the Creator
Kiki Le Tigre
Kiki Le Tigre is a part-time poet, part-time human, committed to honest self expression. This expression is made public in hopes of inspiring others, or creating a connection point for those who may feel lost. Email: [email protected]
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