standing in the cool of
the summer night,
the grass, lush dampness beneath my naked feet.
i want to grow roots down into this place
the stars, stammer in the sky
bright chips and slivers of diamantine, on an inked cloth.
i want to **** my heart onto this place
to the west, the ridge of mountains, nestle with chocolate ease into clouds
of clotted cream.
i want to hunger from my heart, to feed and comfort this place
the lights of the town below,
gleam like a clowder of feral cat's, their eyes watching.
i want to tame this place
to the east, the beaches tide and sand, the white breakers
glisten.
i want to dive and delve the depths of this place.
the air is scented with orange blossom and jasmine and fresh hope.
i want to breathe the breath
of this place.
behind me, a half renovated
teak farmhouse.
inside, my new lover resides
i want to make this place home.
i am going to make this place,
this man, my home.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
standing in the cool of
the summer night,
the grass, lush dampness beneath my naked feet.
i want to grow roots down into this place
the stars, stammer in the sky
bright chips and slivers of diamantine, on an inked cloth.
i want to **** my heart onto this place
to the west, the ridge of mountains, nestle with chocolate ease into clouds
of clotted cream.
i want to hunger from my heart, to feed and comfort this place
the lights of the town below,
gleam like a clowder of feral cat's, their eyes watching.
i want to tame this place
to the east, the beaches tide and sand, the white breakers
glisten.
i want to dive and delve the depths of this place.
the air is scented with orange blossom and jasmine and fresh hope.
i want to breathe the breath
of this place.
behind me, a half renovated
teak farmhouse.
inside, my new lover resides
i want to make this place home.
i am going to make this place,
this man, my home.
all this i did
and then we birthed
a family
me, he and mr just about three
and im'a lovin it all.
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