waiting for staccato kisses.

 

is it terrible to want to dream the day away.  

i’d fill the days with big feather beds.

a sloping shoulder bare and exposed. waiting for staccato kisses.

and that colour of green. fresh leaves on trees turn right before the rain.

but that’s just me.

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