You are the sun on my face and the waves at my feet. You are the breath in my lungs and the light in my eyes. You are the song in my head going round on repeat and you’re there in my chest dancing to my heart beat and you’re there but you’re here somehow,… Continue reading Poetry: an unfinished stream of consciousness
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Poetry: one I’m reluctant to share
The dress Wet feet on the mat cool air meets warm skin clean fingers touch glass draw a face with a grin. In soft cotton blanket she turns with a stare the dress she laid out hanging over a chair. She wanted to wear it she knew that she must yet memories… Continue reading Poetry: one I’m reluctant to share
