Best Poems Written by Amy Nielsen

This Thing

I have this thing that I’ve discovered
It’s beautiful and soft 
It moans and curls around me 

It has curves and heavy plump flesh 
It is light under my hands 
It purrs when I touch it 

My fingers running through folds 
And strands of hair 

What shall I call this thing?
This lovely, fierce 
And gorgeous thing?

Those eyes?
Those lips?
Those soft, pink nipples 
I love to trace?

How will this name describe
The luscious scent of this thing’s skin?
Or the velvety warmth 
Of the wet folds 
That pull on me 
And draw me up 
Leaving me wanting
Every time?

I am called man. 
What will I call this thing?

No, this creature?

It is living, breathing
Like I

But it is not like I 
It is fire 
And water 
And blue sky 

No, no! 
It is rivers 
And oceans 
And fields of bright 
Yellow sunflowers 

It is…
Unable to be named…

It is so unlike anything else
It should have a singular name 

Only..what?

Oh, I am tired 
I am weary 
I long to call this thing 
Something 
Anything 
I want to call it by name 

But it remains 
A mystery
A tomb
Filled with treasure 

Never to be opened fully
To the sun 

I will borrow its beauty
And share in its warmth 

We will be as one 
I will be he 
And it will be she 

We will be forged 
Like the strongest of sword 

I am the edge 
She is the soft, buttery 
Hilt

I am man 
But she cannot be 
I am not her 
And she is not me 

I must find a name 
Something graceful and true 

So I can be I 
And you can be you 

I have it!
I’ve found it!
I looked in the glass 
Of a lake filled with fish 
And I saw myself

Reflected and changed 
And she 
Woman
Has changed me.

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