A tattooed body lies next to me.
Breathing in silhouettes, we smile.
We trace each other’s stories.
We highlight bravery,
we honor sadness,
uplift and smile.
Our novels
Are not
Done.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A tattooed body lies next to me.
Breathing in silhouettes, we smile.
We trace each other’s stories.
We highlight bravery,
we honor sadness,
uplift and smile.
Our novels
Are not
Done.
Wow! This possesses a depth that reminds me of a raw, new love! Thanks for sharing and posting!
Fabulous nonet – a story in so few words!! Love the tie-in with our stories: ‘Our novels/ are not/ done.’