Eyes cleaving flesh
the supple shape of my pride
How you see me if I show it off
How you see me if I don't
The curve of a sigh,
the beholder of breath
It is the only thing I consistently
venerate
It is my grandmother's gift
It is coincidence
and connection
the supple shape of my pride
is like thighs and lips
like a tongue saying "L"
Caught between teeth
A bird in the hand
Beating wings
Thin skin eclipse
Symmetry
like the moon it pulls
it is mine alone
Bite your bottom lip
and try to speak
My pride is two syllables
and a tumble over the tongue
They love to say
About the Creator
Soft Duckie
Poet and artist living with my two dogs in Arizona. You can find my work on https://www.redbubble.com/people/fisheisley?asc=u.
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