The Discovery

Who are you?,” you asked softly

Coaxing my answer with the whisper of your touch

“What makes you, you?,” you pleaded

Gently caressing my cheek with the back of two fingers

Peeling back my layers to get to my innermost truth

“I’m only beginning to understand myself.” I replied.

Sprinkling barely there kisses on my eyelids and forehead

Melting my resolve, crumbling my hard earned walls

“What is it you want to know?” I sighed.

 

~Melanie Thomason

08/31/2020

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6 responses to “The Discovery

  1. Defining who we are, based off how someone else makes fee), we eventually, get lost…

  2. Delicate, soft, fragile, wondering, waiting, lost…it’s such a silky web.

  3. The magic of a caress…

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