The clock hands move past midnight
and the witching hour
for waxing lyrical begins.
We talk about how
the jigsaw edges of my heart
fit perfectly
in between your fingers,
how we do not believe
in ghosts or past lives
but acknowledge the need to be
ever present in each other’s,
how our feelings are sensations,
seismic emotions wrapped
and gifted unto our bodies,
how your smile is smaller than mine
yet makes my whole world shine,
how roses are red,
our eyes are blue
and every love poem I write
is definitely about you.
© Kristiana Reed 2018
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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This is beautiful!! Jigsaw edges of your heart…
I so love the imageries. Gorgeous.
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Thank you! 💛
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My pleasure! 🌸
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Lovely poem Kris👏❤️
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Thank you ☺️
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Vibrant love !! Excellent poem 👏👍
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Thank you ☺️
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Must be really nice, finding that strong connection with someone else in this life…
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