Jan 2013
lounges
on the
lawn.
as i
run
my fingers
through
jet- black
curls
on an
old belly,
i know
the warmth
comes not
from
soaked up
sunlight
but from
love.
lots of
love.
i want to be a black dog when i grow up.
on the
lawn.
as i
run
my fingers
through
jet- black
curls
on an
old belly,
i know
the warmth
comes not
from
soaked up
sunlight
but from
love.
lots of
love.
i want to be a black dog when i grow up.
