meet me on common ground,
with a feather & tool of shade in hand
while the birds sync in parallel mind.
let the universe whisper
sweet nothings between our skin.
let the brown flesh merge
like water and land.
may our bodies be a field
of poppies as we dream of once again...
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:28 AM UTC
meet me on common ground,
with a feather & tool of shade in hand
while the birds sync in parallel mind.
let the universe whisper
sweet nothings between our skin.
let the brown flesh merge
like water and land.
may our bodies be a field
of poppies as we dream of once again...
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