Photography by Beverly Tan

No blushing beauty,
moody and introspective at best
dark scars and eyes at rest.

I don’t wish to speak
of ice cream dreams
or whisper inane things.

I want to cut you open
press your heart
to my breasts—

Clinging, nail beds bleed.
A crumbled cliff
all hope brings.

Making love
with poetry’s poverty
we’re all lost, repressed.

© Grace Black

This was one of the photos used in the prompt today and it just spoke to me. Lovely photography: deep, sensual, moving…

The October Poetry Journey continues… #OctPoWriMo

Today is Day 5 of OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!

Love and Ink,

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