You are somewhere between
my coffee eye and
the toffee thighs of
the earth, bunching
into mountains,
scaffold to rivers.
You are something between
the wide words of Andric and
the wide words of your own,
a caravel in
the high tide
of my chest.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 1:35 PM UTC
You are somewhere between
my coffee eye and
the toffee thighs of
the earth, bunching
into mountains,
scaffold to rivers.
You are something between
the wide words of Andric and
the wide words of your own,
a caravel in
the high tide
of my chest.
