I have spent my whole life looking for sparks As a dead person tends to do Warm, muggy evenings The grass was so itchy on our legs
By Love J.3 years ago in Poets
Wolf and Dog Not much is different It’s all in the lungs Breathing out domestication, warmth, soft damp breaths. Stupid, happy smiles. Simple love. Body on body, warmth to warmth. One is always above the other.