Love Poems. Your Breath by Melissa Fry Beasley

Love Poems. Your Breath by Melissa Fry Beasley

Love Poems. Today, in the weekly section of Melissa Fry Beasley, enjoy a new wonderful poem: Your Breath. Have a nice week, Yareah Magazine friends.


Love by Picasso

Your Breath

Your breath is mustard gas.

Spit slung from your flaming lips

burns upon skin like napalm.

You say you love it when

hands tight around my neck

you watch the colors in my face

go from red to blue then purple.

Enjoy seeing my eyes slowly pop then roll

to the back of my head,

feeling my body go limp beneath you.

Words that refuse to veneer

dance across wrists,

slashing into legs and stomach

scattering angels to the almighty.

Separated entirely from the sounds of the world.

Draining down into suffocating stillness.

Creating a hurt that whispers like the wind,

twisting me to pieces in the night.

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Melissa Fry Beasley is a Humanistic poet of Cherokee origin, who resides in Oklahoma . Through the written and spoken word, she examines the gap between the ideal and the reality involved in living in the world during this time. Her work is both personal and subjective, yet she does not turn aside from the political and social issues of her environment. She is a woman who seeks to express her individual perspective and needs while accepting the diversity involved in questions of gender, race and culture. Melissa believes that change is necessary and deploys her writing to reflect her personal experience in the wider social and political context. You can find her work in print and online in Indian Country Today Media Network, Native News Today, The Native American Encyclopedia, FirstPeople.Us, Working Effectively With Aboriginal People, Churn Magazine, Big River Poetry Review, Enhance Magazine, A&U Magazine, and many others. She has two chapbooks forthcoming. " When I admire the wonders of a sunset or the beauty of the moon, my soul expands in the worship of the creator." Mahatma Gandhi " They won't break me because the desire for freedom, and the freedom of the people, is in my heart. The day will dawn when all the people of will have the desire for freedom to show. It is then that we will see the rising of the moon." Bobby Sands

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