by Isadora Petrovsky

Hair black as night

Purple bags beneath my eyes

Love me with all of my cellulite

Run hands through shaved sides

Smooth skin lasts one night

Meet me when the sun will rise

Watch it with hazel spies

Carried across countries by my thighs

Watch the world go by in a distant time

It’s rare any of my poems actually rhyme

Something must be changing


Broken bodies and shattered hearts

Dance upon the wind

Reformed in my breast

With the breath of life no other gives

Walk the earth with me

Reflection of mine

Show me your love

And I’ll give you more time

Take my hand

Show me your smiling face

On and on again

To a better place. 


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