• ritbikstagram 10w

    jotting down your every blink
    I wrote how
    fascinating dancers;
    eyelashes could be,

    feeling your breath
    I felt how
    live poetry
    could be,

    staring at your scars
    I saw
    how moon
    in brown skins
    could be,

    running with feet full of blisters,
    I felt how
    things beyond skin could be.

    feeling you in my emptiness
    I learnt how
    ripping off skin,
    going beneath the bones
    could be,
    I learnt how
    soul game could be.