Shared Space

Feelings about giving yourself away

There is a pink pastel on the floor of our room, in danger of being crushed.
But that is not important, focus on keeping this wattle intact.

If you asked me to be yours, I would offer all my skin to you as a dust deity.
But don't expect me to stay.
When you begin to sneeze you will realise my dirt worth.

In my attempt to crush my own emotion I had forgotten yours, pulsating and pure. So I pluck that pastel from our floor.
Spend time on what you love or sweep it clean.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'.. yours,~ I would offer all my skin to you as a dust deity. '

Metaphorically beautiful, set down to
hang up on a wall of pure (and not so pure) memories.

Not meaning to wax musical but is how your
words touched me, They're spell-binding, Need to be
considered and weighed -
to find their full value.

[Bee]

Thank you ! means a lot!!

[Matthew Kult]

Wistfully Blinding

Great Read

Matthew