I do not wear my heart on my sleeve
I leave it nestled in the depths of it’s ivory cage,
the lightly bronzed gauze of my
Rich creams and scented oils crawl into my pores
they cannot reach.
Layers of billowing textiles drape my outline,
making space between you and it.
Sometimes my heart yearns,
though my hunger quenched with the succulence of delicacy,
the warmth of wine.
This earth blinds,
yet within the darkness of my body
my heart freely beats-
unscathed by the deformity of the human condition-
This blog is about the things that keep my vessel divine, shelter for my most coveted self.