My waist is a tree singing for it’s lover,
swaggering drunk into the dark.
You shuffle a hand beneath me
and I rise, a book examined,
mask lifted as lips
burn on flesh and a fig falls.
-AJZ
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Thanyou ?
Thank you. I hope to share more short pieces in the future. It’s quite a challenge to share deep feelings…