writing
The offer of coffee
Soft Lips speak pain I wanted to hear
Swinging, feeling so alone even though I am surrounded by him
His Embrace.
His breath tickles my spine.
Looking up
The moon
Looking at all
Yet rarely seen in its entirety,
And visited even less.
Soft Lips speak pain I wanted to hear
Swinging, feeling so alone even though I am surrounded by him
His Embrace.
His breath tickles my spine.
Looking up
The moon
Looking at all
Yet rarely seen in its entirety,
And visited even less.