If flowers grew here,

in beds of storms,

sprouting pins and needles,

if we pushed beauty out of

our fingertips ’til the world

felt our love,

We would have no need

for damsels.

We would grow more than



 This poem is featured in the collection, I Love You, for Pole Dancers and Sinful Men Searching for the Light inside Themselves. The upcoming collection offers poems that hinge on derivative chronicles of romance and unmentionable offerings for the exchange.

Poem by: Friday Paul Ayo

Photos by: Olksandra Bardash