your calloused fingers
building centuries of soul
splinters of the world
laugh into the night
wind carrying whiskey wisps
your authentic air
with you i am small
not a child but a songbird
cooing at your strength
the sun has wrapped you up
leather coat and golden blonds
clothed by nature's love
when you nurture me
beneath your confident touch
i feel i should run
i'm sorry for me
i don't deserve any of you
sweet primal lover
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
your calloused fingers
building centuries of soul
splinters of the world
laugh into the night
wind carrying whiskey wisps
your authentic air
with you i am small
not a child but a songbird
cooing at your strength
the sun has wrapped you up
leather coat and golden blonds
clothed by nature's love
when you nurture me
beneath your confident touch
i feel i should run
i'm sorry for me
i don't deserve any of you
sweet primal lover
always living in distance.
