The wind that flows through your hair. The blood that runs through your veins.
The oxygen the moves throughout your body.
The earphones that block-out the pain.
My head that rests peacefully upon your chest.
The poems for you that are scattered around my desk.
Sometimes I fear that I am causing you stress or that you are not impressed.
But the way I dress,
The way I look,
Matters not.
Because you have read more than the cover of this book.
-k.r.m.h.
