Our belly's press together like the necks of two swans,
and my lips will make a nest out of the hollow of your throat.
I will take my rest under the shelter of your tree-branch arms.
And you will softly pump my heart back to life with fingers that make it flutter like millions of tiny wings.
Apr 24, 2020
Apr 24, 2020 at 1:39 PM UTC
Our belly's press together like the necks of two swans,
and my lips will make a nest out of the hollow of your throat.
I will take my rest under the shelter of your tree-branch arms.
And you will softly pump my heart back to life with fingers that make it flutter like millions of tiny wings.