I don't write poetry, per se, but I write "things" occasionally when I feel the need...have at it
we will be together again
and he will fill the empty spaces.
Or is that me...my own closely guarded vulnerability
lying dormant
through the unremarkable hours
stretching, awakening, surfacing
-the voluptuous mind-
full, soft, willing, exposed
eager to part its fragile veil
and embrace the generosity
of its own indelicate abandon