a friend
told me
it’s my
boundary
stop pressing
no guessing
i’m addressing
my limits
counting down the minutes
till together we meet
your hands
such heat
your lips
a treat
can i keep
you?
can i see
you?
what can i
do?
patience you say
soon will be
the day
you can stay
with me
say with me
we hold our
boundaries
I created some artwork on the idea of boundaries. My friend told me, “if I don’t respect my own boundaries–who will?” That idea went around over and over in my mind. So I had to do something about it.
