Alchemy

Close-up image of a kiss between two people

By Rhiannon Jesshope

Beneath your hands I become poetry

And beneath your lips I grow wings

When we touch I have knowledge

And all sorts of gadgets and things

I am the bionic woman

I have no pains and no inflections

But without you I am lost

You are my compass bearing no directions

But with you I can see

I know the land and avoid all haste

And when the earth crumbles

 And apocalypse lays waste

 I will still reach out for you

 If only for a little taste

Rhiannon B. Jesshope is a 25-year-old aspiring poet/author. She attended Dutchess Community College for English with a focus on writing. Rhiannon is currently working on a poetry book, No One Asked (But F*** It), and other works for publication. She is a cat-mom of two, Lucifer Louise and Fleetwood Hancock.