Right now
Your hands make sense
So if right now
You like my mess
We should tend to
Each other's plants
[We can grow with it
Or grow out of it
But we could grow together—
What do you say?]
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Poésie"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
