You say the word “perfect”
as if it is new,
just discovered in papyrus scroll
having been buried in the lost sands
of Alexandria for a millennia.
The adjective rolls loose
from your tongue,
your ever-inviting lips
and greets every inch of me –
my palms, fingertips, calves,
thighs, breasts and the dewy skin
beneath my chin;
and I feel divine,
as if you have uttered a prayer,
a long forgotten hymn of worship
although I know I am far from perfect,
the word sounds new,
when you say it,
this feeling of worth
is new, and all I shall ever ask
of you.
In response to August 11th: Divinity, #rainasmprompts
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally
love it!! so good!
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