LOVE, strings

Take me

Like you

Take me

Like you do

Water through your hands

Water with your hands

Water as your hands are

Water as your hands were

Water all over

don’t water me down

Will you? I shriek a moan

water me in

barely letting a water bubble afloat

Hands,

Hands and arms,

skin all over

Skin, skin, skin, as if it were.

Skin as if it were more.

Skin-hot

Skin-ice

Ice icy-cold.

volcanic bergs that grow blazing bullhorns of blue

Water, will you grow?

ABOUT

Sreelekha Narla

I am Sreelekha, and I'm from South India. I have been a language and arts student and a thorough expressionist. I enjoy art and expression for fundamental living and societal grounding.