There are ponds
In the valleys
Off of which
Steam floats in summer
The way steam floats
From your lips in winter.
There are mountains
Above valleys
Beneath which
There are boulders,
Strong as your shoulders.
Both make me feel small.
There’s a warmth
That wraps the valleys
And the mountains
When the sun hovers
And there’s a warmth
That wraps my bones
And my waist
When you’re beside me.
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 11:14 PM UTC
There are ponds
In the valleys
Off of which
Steam floats in summer
The way steam floats
From your lips in winter.
There are mountains
Above valleys
Beneath which
There are boulders,
Strong as your shoulders.
Both make me feel small.
There’s a warmth
That wraps the valleys
And the mountains
When the sun hovers
And there’s a warmth
That wraps my bones
And my waist
When you’re beside me.
