Folding At The Seams
A Poem about what we crave.
You clasp my waist
as you turn my face
forward to meet your
gaze: dreamy pupils
surrendering to my
pool of doubt, blending
creamy after-taste
of hope with your
spicy anxiety, sour
at the tips, hint of
autumn organza
greeting flesh,
the luxury of
smooth
over
soft
as
you bend toward me
folding at the seams.
About the Author
Jun Wu is a Content Writer for Technology, AI, Data Science, Psychology, and Parenting. She has a background in programming and statistics. On her spare time, she writes poetry and blogs on her website.
