In Your Hands

Poem By Ivona Sophia

In your hands
I am silk
Under the smooth stitch of fingers
I fold willingly.

I am water
The dew on your skin
Tracing a scent
Soothing you with coolness.

I am a cat
Arching under every word
And the brush of your lips.

A rose without thorns
The scent of passion
Beguiled into the soft
Curve of your shoulder.

I am your curse
Your dream
I am you.

Comments about In Your Hands

Very beautiful Ivona. Wonderful poem. sincerely, Mary
You write a music to my hungry ears... Sx

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