Trouble
I might have been a late bloomer
But I’m a quick study
I can learn
The way you want to be touched
Let me into the shadows of your mind,
All the places you hide
You’d be in trouble
If we played this game
Tangled up
Sweat soaked
Out
of
breath
Let me touch your face
Pin me down
Down
Down
Roll me around
Round
Round
Let me hold your face
Everything you’ve been holding back
Release
Everything you never say
Release
All that you don’t see
I do
All that you don’t know
I do
I’ve been saving this for you,
something tells me,
you have too
I want to cook you dinner,
And leave my taste on your lips
Let me in, to
Fuck your mind
Study your body
Love your soul
Take me in
Swallow me whole
Bite my neck
Pull my hair
Dance with me
You’d be in trouble
if we played this game
Tangled up
Sweat soaked
Out
of
breath
Let me kiss your face
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