the_words_of_love
Doar
are
a
honey
lick
a
sightless
touch
won
`t
be
written
down
on
any
tablet
or
scroll
i
drop
my
chisel
and
feathered
quill
and
paint
with
sand
,
stones
and
air
.
this
breathable
space
of
staring
at
her
legs
tangled
in
the
sheets
of
love
.
.
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