my lover is to me as a sunrise over the mountains, easing heavy eyes and tugging at sprigs from the earth with warm hands
my lover is to me as a speckled cat upturned in dusty summer grass, pawing the sky, wind pulsing through field and fur
my lover is to me as a deep orange hazelnut in the palm of a hand, plucked from the warm canopy above
my lover is to me as the soft light of heaven rising on snowy windowsill, melting what night fell, dripping me clean
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 5:29 PM UTC
my lover is to me as a sunrise over the mountains, easing heavy eyes and tugging at sprigs from the earth with warm hands
my lover is to me as a speckled cat upturned in dusty summer grass, pawing the sky, wind pulsing through field and fur
my lover is to me as a deep orange hazelnut in the palm of a hand, plucked from the warm canopy above
my lover is to me as the soft light of heaven rising on snowy windowsill, melting what night fell, dripping me clean
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