If my spirit bent to kiss your lipsand lifted smallstill hairs upon your nape, would you reach a palmto calm the quiet goosebumps…
My heart has wandered from this shallow chestto frolic freely, growing greater wings each day,though I plead with…
vice grip closesheartily around my hammering heart
We swing in arcsthat almost meetand heed the richstaccato beatof each familiar rhythm echoed sweetlyin the frisson of tempos we have…
Beneath these calluses that crack and break upon our well-worn skinlie untouched,tender placesleft untravelled and…