Saturday 23 January 2016

Floating on Rolling Hills

Cradle me in your codeine
cuddles
as multiples of
my out-
s  t  r  e  t  c  h  e  d
arm reaches to
yours, lain cold on the carpet; pressed against glass
doors, spilling over green
fields,
meandering rivers,
and lonely roads alike.

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