12.4.16
oh god
you are a summer breeze
and a grass whistle
a fallen tree in the woods
you are a childhood
long forgotten
oh godoh fuck
i think I love the way
your laugh starts out quiet
and then grows louder
and how your head
gets thrown back without care
oh fuckholy shit
you are a masterpiece
of brush strokes not quite
hidden
an artist's bane
a viewer's admiration
holy shiti think i'm in love
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrya small collection of poems posted in a kind-of-not-really-chronological order