Last night I had a strange dream. We had moved into a cabin lost in the woods.
And as I kissed your hands on our pillow to say goodnight you asked:
Are we still queer when there’s noone around?
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Last night I had a strange dream. We had moved into a cabin lost in the woods.
And as I kissed your hands on our pillow to say goodnight you asked:
Are we still queer when there’s noone around?
I don’t know why this made me chuckle. Sweet poem (and dream).