inside me, gently
before words arrive
i swear
to tell you
everything…
if you promise
you’ll stay right
here…
of the quiet
truth
inside of me
that softens when
you’re near.
it doesn’t cry,
it doesn’t shout,
it never asks
for much…
it only stirs
with rising heat
it begs me
for your
touch.
it whispers:
look at me
hold me with care,
but only to
someone
who knows...
that reaching in
too hot, too fast
is how
resentment grows.
i want to tell you
everything
but it whispers again:
not yet.
if i reveal
before it’s ripe
we lose
the subtle
thread.
so i hold
this thing inside me...
gently
it is mine
and it is true.
i wait for the day
when it whispers:
i’m ready,
so i can finally
offer it to
you.
— Tianna Diamond
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