disheveled
barely sleeping
legs opened in lust
i rose before the sun
locked gates no deterrent
climbed walls
wearing down the heels of my shoes
on rocky roads
hours on end
so many dawns
i would wake you
to sleep in your bed
these were days
beautiful and fierce
i was alive as fire
i loved
michèle voltaire marcelin
I love Michele’s poetry… they actually make you feel like you’re gliding in space…