prompt: “Omg can i have a poem?? Or you know what I mean..something about young true love..?? maybe…yeah…love what you do btw(:”

“For The Doll Maker”

You dip me in liquid latex
the newborn that I am
then wait for skin to form
before showering me in baby powder.

If nothing else remains, know this:
I was your first. Imperfections abound
but even in my unwrapped state
soiled burlap and cracked acrylics,
I had felt your rugged caress
apprehensive, yet void of hesitation,
and in that touch I knew that this
would last.

– billimarie

Advertisements