she talks about you like you put the clouds in heaven
and the crests on ocean waves
like your breath is the wind on her skin on warm summer days
like your feet are the roots of trees
and your body is the branches that she climbs to kiss the sky to be at ease
YOU ARE READING
Wild Child
Poetrythis is a book of poetry just like any other. the big difference is ... its mine and no one else. thats why you should read it. not that I'm trying to be cocky, I'm trying to give you a good enough reason to read this collection poems instead of jus...
