Your words pile on mine - the way on warm afternoons your body lazes on mine -till our sentences mesh,and I can’t distinguish yours from mine - the way I turn, and you fold into me with a sigh -and your voice and mine -
Thank you, I share your thoughts about the kind of gap between being a reader or a listener - rhythm counts. I've been listening to "Lose a Lover Not a Friend". Timely so thank you for the suggestion and those precious words.
Thank you, I share your thoughts about the kind of gap between being a reader or a listener - rhythm counts. I've been listening to "Lose a Lover Not a Friend". Timely so thank you for the suggestion and those precious words.