Love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
by Katelyn Lucas
love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
My mouth has been a butcher shop
Salting meat for later days
Instead of speaking
These hands have been a waiting room
Holding my best intentions.
Hands on clocks chasing nerves.
Feet stuck on tracks- stalling.
My teeth like railroad ties
Tracing trains of thought back to where home once was.
You turn away from me
Like pages.
On a good day- two wishing wells replace these eyes
Off balanced.
These legs were always hollow.
Any contact guaranteed resulting in an echo.
Don't touch me.
Sometimes I feel like silence-
Lips clenched tight like a fist.
Sometimes comfort traps us with open arms
That feel like well made decisions...
Inhibitions
Are only until the ink runs out.
If the pens are empty
Chances are the pages are full.
So when you claim to find me hollow,
Understand the irony in your words.
I've become
Satisfied, happily.
Well acquainted with elements of my own danger
and my divinity.
My love is no longer a plague
That diseases its own presence
With second thoughts.
My love is no longer a board room
speaking business,
Tongues locked
Restricting entry
and Preserving distance
I've become
A mastery of mind's sight
The profit of awareness
One process of forgiveness
My love is no regret
Ready to be rinsed and returned to cleanliness
My love is filthy and unexcusable
And it is mine.
love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
love is not a stomach to be filled when you are hungry
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