on the bare edges of spring,
you render my face a sunrise.
smooth muscles strain and yield,
sliding against the bare earth
clods of dirt gather under my
fingernails.
this is the stillness before the
burst
ing open. a cloud of seeds
tickles
a random giggle
revel in it.
you render my face a sunrise.
smooth muscles strain and yield,
sliding against the bare earth
clods of dirt gather under my
fingernails.
this is the stillness before the
burst
ing open. a cloud of seeds
tickles
a random giggle
revel in it.
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downedcity:
for someone straight outta jersey that was so beautiful
tos:
Nice poem K: Isn't the weather friggin' amazing today or what?