she's always liked you
that makes the world
shine a little brighter.
Short stories, poems, among other play things. A constant work in progress. Forever changing.
20 May 2012
Woman
Something about
the way her hair
smells
while we lay together
that keeps the calm
and thoughts
still
on the softness
of her freckles
as finger tips
slowly
cross her back
to her neck
on her head
running strands
between fingers
that caress her scalp
as she sleeps
snoring, yet
the sound lulls me
to the ether.
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