What Misfortune Sows, My Touch will Reap

A Poem by nikolerenee

A poem, about love, for oneself, for another.

Real love?
I give it with grabs
And nails and mouth presses,
In sundresses
Straddling you
I give it on your skin.
Through searching
And caresses
And scratching,
So desperately wanting
To reach you inside.
Letting love pour out of me
Through the way I....
Of the hurricane,
Ripping up rooted scars from battles well fought but not quite good enough
You keep telling yourself you're not quite good enough

Real love?
Rushes in and floods you before you even notice
I pressed you into my mind
And now you're stuck in me
But to your surprise,
I am a Universe,
Not a cage.
Intricate designs
Of Soul and Age
Real love?
Realize that you are love.
Realize that you are, love
,A universe worth loving.
Let's take communion amongst Our Stars
Let's explore Each Other.