Take what we need
I don’t have answers
I have feelings
I don’t understand
I just know
Slide under these sheets with me
Feel my pulse
Don’t keep your hands to yourself
Sweet nothings
That mean everything
All I want to do
Is you
I don’t care about wrong or right
Just here and now
For just this moment get lost with me
I don’t want to figure this out
Take what you need
Take what I need
Leave the rest
the spoken word
I conceive these pieces with the beat of my heart,
then birth them with the fire of my voice.
i am ayla
born in the east, raised in the west
daughter of two academics, both artists
masters in human rights, committed to social justice
love affair with travel, art, and food
speaks four languages, laughs in all