Lauren Hudgins | Barefoot in the roses

In my humblest objections
to dead and perfect poses,
I stand here naked
and barefoot in the roses.
In the course of clever actions,
I stumble to what’s mine:
a quick thrust in your direction
to see me as divine.
I have no real contemplations.
My mind to you exposes
I stand here bloodied
and barefoot in the roses.
I’m on knee to your extractions.
You have choice to despise.
Then I’m failing my reflection
when I look into your eyes.
Sudden mind to mouth transactions
end matters begging closes.
Don’t throw me silence
when I’m expecting roses.



Lauren Hudgins


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