Jumping on the crunchies
And crushing where I step,
Absorbed in each breath.
Where fall leaves stale,
I plant these stomps
going nowhere,
In particular.
Then I saw you
Stepping on
crunchies too,
consumed,
Simple and true.
With all of you.
Stay playful, stranger, curious.
There's enough crunch
For the both of us.
Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 4:27 PM UTC
Jumping on the crunchies
And crushing where I step,
Absorbed in each breath.
Where fall leaves stale,
I plant these stomps
going nowhere,
In particular.
Then I saw you
Stepping on
crunchies too,
consumed,
Simple and true.
With all of you.
Stay playful, stranger, curious.
There's enough crunch
For the both of us.
