It was beautiful to touch
the curve of your spine
outside, gray skies dance
over umbrellas, foam cups of
sugared coffee sit tight
between gloved hands
everything is m o v i n g
yet in here, I am still,
limbs kneaded to the
curve of your
s
p
i
n
e
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
It was beautiful to touch
the curve of your spine
outside, gray skies dance
over umbrellas, foam cups of
sugared coffee sit tight
between gloved hands
everything is m o v i n g
yet in here, I am still,
limbs kneaded to the
curve of your
s
p
i
n
e
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