Bianca Black
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read

Teach me

Teach me how to sketch a love

Navigate the contours of a mind

Navigate the liminal between what is and might

Not taking fright,

Such skittish animals we be

Teach me how to palm the whorls of hands,

The caverns of a flighty heart

Teach it, and I’ll sell the oldest

guidebook to the soul

So torn and bent,

But legible and numbered neat

Bianca Black

Written by

The thoughts of a loveress of language. Instagram @ biancablack.poems Melbourne, Australia

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