Poem #87

Take me. Take all of me, place
your hands over the wounds and
stop the bleeding. Fix my posture
and spread my lips into a smile.
Take a piece of the moon’s
reflection in the window and put
some shine back in my eyes.
Take me – I said looking at the
person in the mirror.

14 thoughts on “Poem #87

    1. Well done, friend!

  1. Sounds like that person in the mirror has your best interests at heart.

    1. Hope she does 😊

  2. “Fix my posture and spread my lips into a smile.”
    Awesome line!!!!!! Loved the imagery,

  3. A very subtle poem, or a very explicit message. Congrats.
    Thanks for your visit.

    Darlan M Cunha [Brazil]

  4. Frankly, whoever that person is – you could do better! 😉

    She seems a little out of sorts at the moment! 🙂

    Romantic Love can be a ‘Wicked Game’… i far prefer the Real Thing.


  5. wow you are amazing

  6. Cool and awesome

  7. Beautiful poem. Anand Bose from Kerala.

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