there you lie
surrounded by
flames
-a hot, glowing mass
of burning gas
danced and leaped in the air
your brittle form
called to my carbon
like i depended on your oxygen...
YOU ARE READING
protea
Poesía"her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high." a flower, protea an admirer a past of pain a garden of rehabilitation a love soil deep Come see their journey
