Sculpture

I carved my name In the edge of his ear I carved my warmth In the back of his neck And I wanted to carve more of me In places of his He was mine more than I was his He was not innocent He carved things over and over again My lips, my neck, my chest Like it wasn’t deep enough, he’d do it over and over again But I don’t mind He was wilder than I could ever be Bolder too And his hands, the great gift of God, That made me a kind of art today I was his sculputure, more I was his than he was mine

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 10/28/2015 10:18:00 PM

Risha, WELCOME to poetry soup. I hope you have fun with this wonderful community. You'll find many friendly poets who are ready to support and give positive feedback. I will enjoy following you and your poetry :) We are Lucky To Have you. Enjoy Poetry Soup:) Your New Poet Friend @-> LINDA <-@

Risha Fairuz
Date: 11/6/2015 5:19:00 PM

Thank you so much, Linda><

Skat A

Date: 10/27/2015 11:19:00 PM

Risha, Welcome to Poetry Soup. It will be a delight to read and become familiar with your poems in the future. As for now, I will greet you with the same smile others passed when I first joined the soup. Wishing you and your poetry the best. I hope you get to meet all the nice poets around here STARTING with me- SKAT :-) Please drop a hello and tell me a little about yourself if you wish. I would like to be your newest poetry soup "FRIEND" Hugs* SKAT

Risha Fairuz
Date: 11/6/2015 5:22:00 PM

Thank you, SKAT! I'm learning to write poems and hope that this is the best place to put my poems. Thanks you for stopping by to read mine:) anyway I don't really get with the 'form' could you explain a bit? *thanks anyway SKAT:)