it’s not cold in the summer,
except for when I’m at your place,
in your arms,
like Samson’s chains,
your ribs dig into the small of my back,
we lay in silence on creaking floorboards,
thick air infiltrates the room,
passing above me,
as it always does,
I shiver in your arms,
heart shapes I draw into your skin,
I wish they’d cut and you’d bleed,
just like mine always bleed for you.
Ananiah (she/her) is a poet based in India. Her work reflects the beauty and pain of a woman in love with life and love. She has been published previously by Querencia Press and Wingless Dreamers. Ananiah loves cats more than anything else in the world and has befriended many over the years. Mia is Ananiah‘s furry orange companion that keeps her company as she stays up engrossed in reading.
