She walks in smokea slow burning incenseedging in reverse. I breathe her in deep,And feel hercurling into my lungs,a warningthat smells likesieged perfumeburnt but sweet.…
Poet & Storyteller
She walks in smokea slow burning incenseedging in reverse. I breathe her in deep,And feel hercurling into my lungs,a warningthat smells likesieged perfumeburnt but sweet.…
I watched her walk away,her lanky arms swung in the wind.Her jacket softly brushed against itself,painted a soft dull green. Her hair hid under her…