I am 5 I stack the blocks in rainbow order Someone knocks them down, and my mother laughs At how I rebuild, again, and again,
By Sinend5 years ago in Poets
I breathe in The air today tastes like strawberries Proof that my body is still real That, with all you took, you could never make me in your image
my hand seeks out with the morning light light, lays softly across warm skin the warmth of a slept in bed the warmth of a bonfire in brisk fall
