Julia of Oceania · Poetry

(Perfect) Imperfections 

Give me your arms, 
Your breath, 
Your warmth. 

Share with me your busted 
The broken bones, 
Your scars like white halos,
All the imperfect marks on 
your perfect body. 

Show me your fears, 
Your innermost desires, 
The thoughts trapped inside grey 

I am not afraid of your hidden 
or what lies behind
unbroken barriers, locked tight
with chain and key. 

I want all of you, unequivocally. 


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