Curled into his warm body, nose pillowed in his stubbled cheek, I inhale and fall deeply into the scent of home.
Showing posts with label small stone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label small stone. Show all posts
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Home
Curled into his warm body, nose pillowed in his stubbled cheek, I inhale and fall deeply into the scent of home.
Thursday, 7 June 2012
A small insomniac stone
Drawn to the screen
like a moth
to a cool slick flame.
Scarring is inevitable.
like a moth
to a cool slick flame.
Scarring is inevitable.
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