late
with those big ol' thangs
he mistook my head for soup
cooling me off when he felt heat
branding my ears with soft undertones
breathing easy
onto my heavy flesh
suffocating
searching for freshness atop mountains
perched
i gather up each second he came up for air
i'm gonna sew me up a blanket
drape myself in his time
1 comment:
powerful... I'm waiting or more
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