Tag: Fingers

• May 23, 2024

  The Process

  For years, I took chances but I made safe choices. I danced around feelings of discomfort. I felt that stepping outside of my comfort zone was too much of an inconvenience. But really it’s a matter of having faith. As time goes on and I see it slipping through my fingers like sand I recognize…
• February 22, 2022

  My Flesh

  this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
• February 19, 2022

  Don’t Text Back

  Cell phones get tired And apparently fingers do too Because when I text I don’t hear back from you Ghost me until you miss me But it won’t do Because when you need me I won’t text back too Love always, Esha <3
• November 6, 2021

  Love Is
• March 21, 2021

  Holding On

  Holding On Love is like grains of sand running through nimble, oily fingers. It’s hard to hold on to but you try to grasp it anyway. Love always, Esha <3
• October 8, 2020

  Writing Island

  Writing Island only 1 thing is for certain i will keep on working typing till my fingers are throbbing isolated on my writing island aided by the shade of palm trees words filling a page addresses spiritual needs drinking coconut water as i please  i’m a distant breeze to a lover sitting next to me,…