my fingers have wound
around a lot of things:
soft blankets, and
hard candies, and
squirming puppies,
and the leatherbound
pages of my ink-filled
journals
and although all those
things may be true, my
favourite thing I've ever
held is you.
(d.c.l)
YOU ARE READING
The Process
Poëziethese are the words that pulsed through your lips the very first time they kissed you
