Poetry

By the side of a fallen branch I found my little heart,
covered by a coat of newly fallen leaves…

On the outskirts of an echoing sob
I found you weeping big fat tears…

The clouds hang in the sunless sky like fluffy pink pillows.
The air is still between us. I smell you between the smells…

I’ll kiss the moonlight falling on your breasts this night.
I’ll wander through your hair in search of lost whispers…