Zywa Sometimes bleeding

I looked at his hands
as if there was blood on them
and I cursed him
He stayed calm and read

in my eyes the shape
that he had to put on
to win me
His amorousness pushed boundaries

We had long conversations
and made future
plans for the world
as it should be

with us shining in the middle
as a sun that doesn't need to
be applauded, but simply exists
to share richly what it has

The planets follow their orbits
understanding and friendship drop down
and our hands do the work
Sometimes bleeding

Poem 4472
Amsterdam, 2022-05-09

Collection: Freend 
Keyword: Love: effort / pain 
Zywa
Home5-7-5
PencilPumiceRainLoves
CompressedBirdsIflessPhoto
Attention is like sunshineMention © Zywa when using texts,
drawings, designs, paintings and photos
Search word:  CTRL-F