The material was stretched tight
deep furrows in the red and black
pulled across your shoulder blades so severely
but you were all soft edges.
The blunt edge of a 2B pencil
gently shadowing in the crease
where stomach met hip bones
and warm.
It was lovingly done.

melt away my skin and bones
you'll find my burning heart
blackened coal and ash dreams
strucken with a poisoned dart
tear apart my pale blue chest
you'll find my heaving lungs
strung close by deadly ivy
my broken ribs are rungs

Teach me  about anatomy
And cosmology,
So I can understand
The universe
In your eyes.

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When we met, your body was in bloom,
Roses of purple black and blue,
Planted without care. Strewn about
the bed, your flesh now painted.

Frozen blue buds pushing
through snow, brushed onto skin.
The petals soft and smooth, spread
Across your body, like a vine.

Blossoms of summer, with shades of winter,
Their roots went deep, coiling and constricting.
They became your arteries and veins,
Your nerves and bones.

I cannot pull these flowers,
Without destroying part of you.
Only time and careful tending,
Will wither the roots.

Only when the flowers fade, if you
will let me, I will plant my seeds.

Intense energy, emitting from your prisms

             Light reflecting, multi-dimensional beauty
                                    you see, you see, right through me

Hold it close, oh so close, study it, like constellations
                                           in a musky, starry sky

                        Slightly opened, pour your soul into mine
                                   fingerprints trace, my horizon

Your eyes are wide, engulfing mine
          caging my heart,
                   Taming the wild, beast within

tracing bones, like the branches of a tree,
               but oh do they brush against me

                      inhale//exhale, inhale//exhale

rise, shallow, heavy breaths, put me to rest

                            with your heavenliness

It all started with your face,
when I saw you at the hallway that day with one of your friend
funny how everything feels like déjà vu when I first met you,
it feels like I saw you from somewhere else before
but not here,
not there,
or maybe not in this life,
but I've met you somewhere.
I remember I couldn't stop looking at your face,
that sharp jawline,
that pointy nose,
that stubble,
that long lashes,
that face that I probably couldn't forget for the rest of my life.


It all started with your body,
how I want those arms to hold me tight
on the sleepless night,
or when I'm crying,
or when you're happy,
as you linger your arms around my neck.
I want to hear your beating heart as you hold me tight,
I want your hands to softly caress my hair and my face,
I want your fingers to intertwined with mine,
I want your body as a whole,
as it is.


It all started with you eyes,
those pretty brown pair of eyes,
that day when you saw me at a crowded place
at first glance,
there were a hundred pairs of eyes around you
but yours were locked directly at mine
or the day when I cut my hair so short,
you were staring at me,
observing it,
quietly,
for a distance
as it's something you never saw before.
it was your eyes that made me realize that
maybe I have a crush on you.


It all started with you lips,
oh, how I could I will ever forget your cheeky grin,
your smirk,
your smile,
wishing that lips could kiss me
in my cheek,
lips,
nose,
neck,
every single inch of my skin,
everywhere,
it was your lips that made me realize that
maybe I have fallen deeply for you.


It all started with your voice
they are so soft,
your words are so sweet and warm,
like a caramel
funny, because you never said some thing that sounds sweet to me
but that made me realize that,
maybe I love you.


It all ends with your heart,
because it beats for someone else,
because your eyes falls for someone prettier than me,
because your body choose to collide with others, not mine,
because your lips prefers to kiss someone with a softer lips,
because "I love you" wasn't something that meant to me, after all

This is how it ends,
but that's not how my love ends.

I am a fortress.
I have withstood wars that should have broken me.

Burned down and decimated by the mindless,
I rise up from the ashes.
I stand with my body, eternally.

I am strong.
My thighs are battle grounds trodden down three times round
and they're blooming new flowers,
mending from those who fought over them far too long,
my thighs have super powers.

I am soft and sultry sweet,
full of vulnerabilities.
Nature proves if anything that this will never make me weak.
My eyes once snuffed out are blazing brilliant brightly now,
rivers of tears have been filled in,
replaced by peaches and cream and skin.

My arms are solid protective forces,
my hands, tangible whispering caresses.
I wear my broken bits on my *******,
puffed out chest with pride,
for I have nothing to hide.

My feet take me to and from all the places I've ever gone,
and my mind,
my mind, it tries. It tries so ******* hard,
and my heart cares so much that it shows
in every scar and battle wound,
in every mark that was ever taken as a flaw by boys who never saw
that without the storms I wouldn't glow the way that I glow,
every boy who told me to 'go with the flow'
like I couldn't learn a **** thing for myself.

Still, the lessons people preached did teach me a thing or two,
just not what they usually intended,
my face doesn't face up to face value,
belief is most beautiful when suspended.
My eyes see lies better than my thighs do,
yet resilience sees to it that both are mended,
but if there's anything I've ever learned that's true,
you should never leave anything open-ended

the presence of your breath
down the nape of my neck
goosebumps
encaptivate fields of epithelium
ravaging my integumentary system
follicle by follicle

the touch of your lips
color my cheeks
like the red of holi
marking every cell
every junction
as conquered territory

the gaze of your eyes
occipital lobes, is it?
strip me naked
without a touch
simple introspection

*I really can't get enough of this anatomy