(POEM) FOR DAYS LIKE SATIN; WHEN SHE SAID LOUDLY AS SHE SPOKE

“For days like Satin”
(when she said loudly as she spoke)

a poem for the last chapter of my life,, i would say late july to early september. a part of a larger piece entitled “DEEP CRIMSON”

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“For days like satin.”
(when she said loudly as she spoke)

A late summer plumcot
feels like bovine fervor.
When the dusk, sun-taught

thick with sap and syrup,
and your blood swells
with your movements.

I did not linger in a static state, nor did i go further

I did not dare to place both feet ever
next to each other– ever still.
My heartbeat was palpable,

honoring an inner dancer-
young and lively and bustling.
Craving to stretch, craving to express.

I was born to embrace my lanquidity–
it is not my fault I was scouted as a muse
assuming an impassioned anchor.

For love, I will embrace the raw sides of skin,
succulent achilles heel.
I am a martyr before I am akin.