kickinglovers

mercury mornings, a state of adoring.
long since pressed between the fingers which hold
a rose cotton slip--
of lace and chase.
your subtle sigh expressed with nothing but simplicity.
and this is where i am placed and be.


anyhow... i'm quiet with thought, a girl- yes.. work - sometimes.. but a girl.. a ponderance of sweet kiss. i made her a picnic and her friend wants to steal me. that's a nice wednesday thought...


i'm lame in memory..