Friday, March 14, 2014

Monday, March 10th


  • I grab his hand
    & force him to feel
    my heartbeat
    so he knows
    our hearts beat
    together.

  • It falls away
    like rotten flesh,
    revealing tender pink emotions.

  • Savannah winds
    blow through
    the lion's
    mane.
    Silent, it hunts.

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