holding your heart in her rough hands
your soul growing in her wild fields
even with limbs, that longer sleep with in her
she reads you, the energy of your skin against hers
as you wander this life.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
holding your heart in her rough hands
your soul growing in her wild fields
even with limbs, that longer sleep with in her
she reads you, the energy of your skin against hers
as you wander this life.