Dec 2014
I awoke with a burnt tongue
And wild hair-
My body shriveling up
At the touch
Of the cold empty air.
Naked, and you had the blankets;
How did I ever think we'd make it.
C.e.M. 12.26.14
And wild hair-
My body shriveling up
At the touch
Of the cold empty air.
Naked, and you had the blankets;
How did I ever think we'd make it.
C.e.M. 12.26.14
