THE BRICK WALL
You seemed soft
Gentleness your hallmark
Tenderness beautifying your being
Light beaming on your smoothness
My fingertips glided along your exterior
Lightly touching the unblemished surface
Every contour caressed with delicacy
The silkiness filling me with serenity
You were a warm and loving cradle for me
Just as seasons change, so did you
Or maybe my fingers had grown calloused
Now finally rid of the hardened skin
Able to feel you with precision
Palms laid flat on your body
Fanning out to explore what I had known
My flesh bleeding from the rough texture
Crimson staining the brick you had become
A sanctuary no more, but a wall to avoid
Nikki
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