I open up to you,
like the dawn rises to greet the night’s shadows.
Each leaf in longing embrace,
of gentle breeze and graze.
But touch me not
for i will shy, or shrink, or sleep
at the weight of your tease.
Your gaze is fixed;
My eyes grow weary
dazed from fear of caving in.
For your love is like Wildfire;
Your occasional caress of my Pulvinus
between the meadows of desire.
Some days your love is cruel; bewildering,
like strong winds, or curious hands
that pluck, and shake, and pick
any and all amount of Will escape and,
I am left in a haze
trembling, as I unfold once again
for my drooping leaves, yearn to remain
closed, unopened; restored.
Miriam hails from Malaysia where their ad campaigns are as colorful as the languages they speak, and food they eat. By day, she researches language use in a UNESCO World Heritage Site, and by night, she writes about all the things she observes and feels - the things that break and build, those which inspire and restore; the delicate balance of all things which make us human.