i wake to a fading dark, the fire in front of us reduced to cinders and embers swirling in smoke; i'm in an upright position with her still sprawled over in-between my legs—i take a second to acknowledge the charm of it—then i gently move her head off of me and stalk over towards our static masterpieces
YOU ARE READING
EUPHEMISM
Poetry❝paint me like you paint the ocean, capture me in your favorite picture, sing me like an anthem, and draw me in the sand.❞ a series of vignettes where a boy tells his coming of age through love, want, and proclamations
