Feb 2019
I crave the crisp,
The soft contradiction
The woody smell of nature
Of earth
Your words
In ink
Drip from your skin
A moment
In time
A part of your mind
And it fills me up momentarily
The soft contradiction
The woody smell of nature
Of earth
Your words
In ink
Drip from your skin
A moment
In time
A part of your mind
And it fills me up momentarily
