Poem Sunday | April 3rd, 2016

Nāmāste

Blissfully ignorant, starting anew
Oh wait oh wait, i think i’ve met you
This might be trouble or this might be fate, i haven’t even gotten a foot through the gate
Understanding and nurture, something I’ve always wanted
This could be it, this could be what i’ve internally flaunted
Petals are vibrant and cheeks are bursting but flutered, tripping over words I can try to hard to muster
Beds so compfy like touch so soft, lips met and I know I’ll be able to get lost
I his smirk so clean, so clever
Snapping the head of this new chicken, i’ll decide when to pull the lever
Thankful and yearning not yet no more, we shall see what David in the Fields has in store, much love already… Galore! 

—-this is a more recent poem—

-Leela Hamm, “The Blindian”

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