Eve fights off the shadows.A Poem by Roxanne Aponte
Last night, I dreamt I was on my knees and you were there with a belt in
hand, whipping me, until I was red and heaving below your waist. You
punished me like a sick child and cracked me open again, to this love.
You hydrated the shell of my own creation until it melted.
I opened, I gave. Like water I fell through. And your body is still that of a god's to me with its imperfections, softness, skin folds, whiter lines forming a map I trace down into crevices that hold the scent of you. My legs were mine for bringing me to you. My mind is split in two. My eyes linger in the absence of you, not to beauty, but to try to see through heads into brains and through chests into souls, because maybe there is something to access to ease and relieve myself of the idea that you are the only one in this world for me, For me, My breasts miss your hands, My hands miss your flesh, My hips were yours when you pinned them, My lips were yours when you kissed them, My hair was yours when you pulled like the reigns, And the rest of me, does it belong to you? I'll leave my mind to my keeping. And I refuse to merge my soul for now. For what is a soulmate anyhow? But my heart is yours. My heart is yours. © 2012 Roxanne AponteReviews
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4 Reviews Added on February 26, 2010 Last Updated on July 16, 2012 AuthorRoxanne AponteBrooklyn, NYAboutI've been writing since I was a child: stories, poetry, much of it personal as I've been an avid journal writer for many years. I write mainly for the cathartic release. My love of words is a passion .. more..Writing
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