Loving
Andreea Luncan They're weaving themselves into my being like ropes of soft and vibrant gold tying me to the earth. So tightly the weaving at times it's hard to tell where they end and I begin So kind of You to remind me about my tender margins of dawn even if to do it You let the gold ropes turn into snakes of fire and my heart shrinks to a knot with no place to tumble but your arms. |