6

.
.
.
 
soft howling 
bloody lonesome
was the wind
around my head
quiet down
now
quiet down
my heart
will hear you
and i can’t go 
around moaning
like a school girl
in love
with the
notion of
warm breath
and first kisses
.
.
.
 
 

6 thoughts on “6

  1. Oh my land. This is one of my favorites. (I have a lot of those in these parts.)

    And that image? Blurry red lipstick kisses. Oohlala.

    [is this one going in your book? if i talk about your book enough, i hope you’ll build it.
    build it. and
    they
    will
    come. & read
    it.]

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