I wrote More poems About her Than I can Count. About What loving Her Feels like. About How she Became my Home. About How I Never Want to Lose her. About How beautiful She is, Even though She can’t See it. But somehow, Those words Are never Enough. I’ve spent Hours Trying to find Words That are able To describe Her. Nothing ever Really fits. She’s just So much More Than any Language Could say. And still, I’m writing Poems. Not because Words Are enough. But because Loving her Deserves The attempt.

Has the eyes capture, the soul softly dances Enchanted trance, dissolving in dark fairy's curves Dreamland hypnotic skin, creates magnetic ressonance Soft fields of pleasure deep, erect the silence we would caress in

Mother I’m braided out, faded out From your emotional distention I turn to my empty corner, it’s just me And my former skeleton, the ash Tired of clawing for your attention Meanwhile you parade so proudly your Perfect Person sash And indeed I acknowledge my imperfections But having come straight from your body, I expected more than this half assed connection Truthfully I’ve already lit the match, so We are complete And I have locked the fucking latch Copyright ©️ Kimberly Virga 2026

A boom A bang Not the big bang theory A clashing of one's self I ran into a version of her Not the warrior slaying giants or the soldier detonating bombs more like the banner after the battle standing alone on a field of the fallen where voices call from the otherside of surpressed stresses forgotten failures memories of miseries and we wrestled with identity collided with her looked her in the eyes Wept with her Today we are not poetically or politically correct We are just standing like the banner on the battlefield Simply saying We are still here. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved