Peel Back The Layers
Revealing love's true nature
I can feel
your tender palm
cupping my heart
a velvet pillow supporting
its burdensome weight
āšā
Fingers individually
curl from beneath
barely contacting
only the pads of
the tips graze my bruised
pericardium sheath
āšā
Right on cue
my torn ticker pumps
viciously leaping
no rhythm or beat
āšā
Your expert pressure
dispersed with pleasure
careful handling keeps my
heart from crashing
instead you've gently
peeled back my layers
maintaining my pulse and
internal tempo
āšā
until it starts to bleed
a clean sour green
like the squeeze of
lime ripened with the heat
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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