Breathing
Sinking
Reaching
Fingertips touching glass
Feet against hard concrete
Looking up not down
Looking right not left
Yearning
Pulling
Giving
Palms touching the smooth edges of your love
Taking
Taking
Taking
YOU ARE READING
Open Palms
PuisiA book of hopefully less angsty poems than my previous one, "From the Heart". Don't worry, they're still mostly sad. *** Je ne peux pas vivre sans toi
