4/11/17

alt lit, free verse, poetry, Uncategorized 1 Minute

She shreds the waters, her hands…
Piles and piles of colored silks.
Lissome, smart entanglements,
the sifting through.
Careening…
Her the portion of wanting
I soundlessly exalt.
One kiss cleaving the air.

-r. miller

Published by r. miller

I'm a fan of beards, cardigan sweaters, and good weed. Sometimes I write, and sometimes, people enjoy it.

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