luxury
is skin-to-skin contact
my shirt, resting safely against your sweatshirt
eating coconut whipped cream straight from the can
luxury is you holding me the way the ocean
holds the smallest waves
can I be soft, not strong?
Lake's Art Space
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While I draw inspiration from my life experiences, these poems are not meant to be read as a narration of facts, nor are they meant to be read as being about any one specific person, living or dead. Sometimes there is a dedication to a group or an individual who has inspired me to write a given poem. Many times I combine elements of fiction and fantasy with reality. I find meaning in creating beauty from the chaos of life, of adding order to what can sometimes feel random or arbitrary.