I could learn how to play the tambourine.
Barefoot in the summer,
standing in a river, pants rolled up.
Let me play songs for you, while the
minnows kiss our ankles with their bodies.
You are the house I can sleep in.
The rooms inside of you breathe like wind chimes.
Tell me what the birds keep singin’ about.
Catch some rain with me, let it pour
into the spaces between ourselves
until we are a lake, sprawling,
and afterwards be stretched out on a clothesline.
Listening to the wind,
how it makes our clothespins jangle.
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lightsandsparks said:
Anis’s love-child-poem right here :)
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sendmethesea reblogged this from myshoesuntied and added:
This is about Jon, isn’t it? Shhhh. I’m totally kidding. So pretty....thing that makes...
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