Stains
A step down from this mossy brook,these arms hug a murmuring pond. Your chestnut fingers are long absent,my opaque knuckles are nakedand who cares if my ass is grass. Hello, yellow sun who doesn’t reach. Shifting about,lily pads and nettlesit’s unforgettable how I see more of myself in this reflection. ~ Tyler Gabrysh Tyler Gabrysh […]
