Shrouded // Holy Delicacies // Brittle Bones (3 poems)

August 14, 2018

Three poems published by Rose Quartz Journal

August 14, 2018

 

 

Shrouded 

 

 

I’ve been living in a world
of blanketed screens
film shrouding like a veil;
how do I tell my body
that we are done now
we can begin to feel again
the whisper of your touch
on bare skin, serene &
pimpled goose flesh
plucked of feathers-
stolen wings
but still
I will soar. 

 

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Holy Delicacies

 

 

I am holy like the / most / delicate / cheese –

Eat me whole / then spit me out / skin and bones / undigested.

I already told you / once before, / my womanhood

is a delicacy / you cannot / afford.

 

 

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Brittle Bones

 

 

Last night my bones became brittle,
obsequious to your every desire…

 

I felt them tremble within, a
vibrating skeleton of pearls.

 

Watch me glimmer for you,
contort into

 

whoever you want
me to be,

 

whatever skeletal shape
I am intended to be

 

in your eyes
nothing

 

but

 

bones.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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