June 25, 2017

I am Not Here to Make Love to You. {Poem}

I am not here to make love to you.

Not tonight.

I am here so you can bask

in my light,

kiss the feet of my heart,

and make love

to my brilliance.

I am here to be wondered at,

as I wish you to see me

for what I am—

gold is my heart,

my hair,

my skin.

I wish for you to take my soul to bed,

and for your heart to sigh,

knowing I am the breath of fresh air

it needed all along.



Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Nicole Cameron
Copy Editor: Taia Butler
Social Editor: Catherine Monkman

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