Swollen Soul
A Free Verse Poem
My Soul needs-
Tales of romantic adventure
read by crackling wooden wick candles
wafting burnt oak through rooms
igniting cravings for charred marshmallow.
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My Soul needs-
An eclectic playlist that distracts
shaking the body awake.
Feet taping. Hips swaying in rhythm.
Breathlessly high on endorphins.
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My Soul needs-
Evenings settled under a weighted blanket
head tucked under his chin
tracing fingers
marking invisible hearts on flesh.
About the Creator
Nikki Torino Wagner
I know stories. After getting suspended for peddling my own magazine in grade school, I started contributing to the local paper’s weekly column. In college, I co-edited our newspaper and literary magazine, which won several awards.
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