there are girls in bars with baskets on their arms selling flowers. i've a basket like that. i steal through the forest, along rivers, and pick one at a time, not flowers, but dew drops. i bring them home to you. i lay your head back. i use my fingers over your face to close your eyes. i bowl a leaf and one at a time i feed you drop by drop what you need.
i love you. your image here is beautiful. (i did not throw out the soup.) xo erin
there are girls in bars with baskets on their arms selling flowers. i've a basket like that. i steal through the forest, along rivers, and pick
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at
a
time,
not flowers,
but dew drops.
i bring them home to you.
i lay your head back.
i use my fingers over your face to close your eyes.
i bowl a leaf and
one
at
a
time
i feed you
drop
by
drop
what you need.
i love you.
your image here is beautiful.
(i did not throw out the soup.)
xo
erin
Wonderful, sensual photograph.
ReplyDeleteAnd the poem of Erin fits perfectly. Nice, intense words.
Momo - Thank you. I am blessed with beautiful poetry from erin.
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