by Sapphos Sister
our physical bruises and scars heal long before the mental and emotional ones do... "The one who bruised her heart" - that's perfect my friend!
I felt each bruise as you wrote of it being inflicted. Smiles M.
I felt this girl within me. Your poetry is sensual, provocative, and erotic. I am aroused.
I have no constructive FB, I Just wanted to let you know I read this and enjoyed your work yet again. I especially liked this phrase-
"inky prints of gripping fingers"
You have a very visual poem here, nice work.
hugs,
NJ
I liked this one a lot. Nice reflections on the sometimes painful after effects of passion. Brava.