Supple
Cherries and almonds bathed in vanilla’s glaze
Are moisturizing rough cracks embedded
In supple skin that once clung to bones
Like freshly spun silk
You walked on air
So they called you twinkle toes
You possess an embrace lighter than feathers
Bursting from a full pillowcase
Your body slid into garments
Like coins being pushed through open slots
That were greased the night before
You tossed lovers like covers that served their purpose
But for one hour love didn’t seem worthless
Love always, Esha ❤
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