Keep Her Close
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
wander your thoughts
Lying insecure in your arms,
you lift me with words of light.
I wander your thoughts,
like your fingers trailing down my spine.
I'm drenched in tears of fright.
Hang me to dry,
rinse me out,
and hang me.
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