Eyes My Hands Poem by Zyw Zywa

Eyes My Hands



Kim is at a sleepover
the whole house is for me
my silence my music

I can jump as much as I like
the whole bed is for me
my skin my desire

for disordered bedding
the whole mirror is for me
my eyes my hands

the pearls shine
in my areolae my fur
in my eyes my hands

Kim is at a sleepover
For the first time I see my mother
standing naked in my body

Tuesday, September 14, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: identity
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For Sheree Paridon #2 --- Collection 'Without reserve'
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