arms around my
fragile spine,
with warmth that
could be the
replacement of my
sleeping pills.
the smoothness
of you, that I realized
when I opened my eyes,
it was only a dream.
YOU ARE READING
The Dots Project
PoetryA collection of poems (ONGOING) with titles consisting out of only dots. The reason to this will be for each poem to suit an individual personally. Its short length, simple words, with usual happenings, to fit whoever's fantasies, or current state o...
