You take my
favorite breath
from me.
The one I
draw through
sweet smelling
hair, splayed
on fresh linen;
when the curve
of my arm
and the crease
of your neck
agree.
You take my
favorite breath
from me.
The one I
draw through
sweet smelling
hair, splayed
on fresh linen;
when the curve
of my arm
and the crease
of your neck
agree.
