The shape of your love
//the poetic reveries your body recites.
As the last grain of sand drops from your hourglass, I’m timing my drive down your winding backroads to your garden of eden.
Guiding my hands along every dip and crack on your body, admiring the true shape of your love.
Reading your past like Braille as my finger pass scars and stretch marks.
I find this to be a detailed story of the things you’ve endure;
the things that made you who you are.
And I can’t help but dote on every poetic reverie your body writes.
Especially the ones you don’t like to recite, I embrace them harder, for the sake of loving every shape of you.
About the Creator
W. J. Bradford III
my name is William Bradford III
I write poetry and create content surround each subject.
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