The Narrative My Body Tells

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My body is memory foam
The impression ever-lasting
It holds the secrets of harmonious days
and the scars of a troubled past
But none of that matters when you
Sink into the silk of my skin
And trace your fingers atop the rivers of my veins
They will speak stories to you
You will come to know the riots
That boil within me and the ones I’ve overcome
The resilient cells of my body
And I hope to God the truths are still
As lovely to you as they are to me

– MK

The Calm

i’m an adrenaline junkie
always have lived for the thrill
a weakness from my past…

because lust is exhilarating and passionate
the fleeting tides reaching for the moon,
ripping through you and spilling out of you
yet love is mellow and calm
a nice breeze on a spring day
a standstill moment

i’m learning to accept the plateau
and be grateful for it
i’m learning

-MK