you're just this soft thing
all earth between fingers
all lips to neck breathing
all mist on skin in the morning
golden light, wandering eyes
drawn back
to watch the sky
and feel the earth breathing
soft thing

Thoughts, Stories, The Poem

you're just this soft thing
all earth between fingers
all lips to neck breathing
all mist on skin in the morning
golden light, wandering eyes
drawn back
to watch the sky
and feel the earth breathing