beauty, love, poetry, women

Quiet

I am quiet

Like summer mornings

Certain like

The next breath

My callused hands

My scarred heart

Aglow with the

Peace which

Comes from self knowledge

My demons have been 

My teachers

And so I sit

Present and open

This is how 

I love and 

You sit back

Surrender to my touch

Feel my weight upon you

And rest safe, in my certainty

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