think of me
like caramel, warm and languid, leisurely pouring over each sense
think of me
like a moonbeam, bathing your shadows in silvery streams
think of me
like snowflakes, that come to rest on your cheeks and eyelashes
think of me
like a well-worn page, trembling for the touch of your fingertips.
3 comments:
Wow, your writing reminds me of this girl I used to know...
Thank you, Sophie. I look at your blog as often as I can, and it is such a delight to see a new entry. Each one is a gift.
I hope you never stop writing this way.
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Thank you. Your comments mean a lot to me - they feel like such a reward for this timid little foray into the virtual world!
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