Difficult Women
my every song
was in that key you always hated
because it was too difficult to learn
Unabridged
they loved to hear me ring
singsong bells of my story
only listening but you wanted to read
the unabridged version savored
on delicate lips and the tip of your tongue
your gentle fingers following along the lines
of stretch marks and secret scars
reading the Braille of my prickled skin
written in a language only for you
Seeds
The seeds we sow are the seeds that grow
And you can’t water a garden with wine
I was buried under brittle Winter
My life planted neat in a line
Imagine my luck, to bloom with you
Your blossoms hand in hand with mine
So when you read the braille of my prickled arms
I know Spring’s love will treat me just fine
Published By: Paige Parise