LOVE Poem: GREASY HAIR, by Yazdan Khoshsirat

Milk is milk
I Like your skin
Soft as silk
The way your being
has always been.
Your hair it grows
Out of your rich thoughts
That’s why they always nurture
The nature you bring
sting the bees
with your sweet sin.
Not so keen to talk about it
But Close closer you are
Than my very own keen.
As I lean in disrupt
And my blue lava erupts
I look at you my honey
In this polluted weather
Of mine
Milk is milk.

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