THat lovin’ feeling
Elysia Smith
I want to be seen seeing--
articulating lightness, but tasting every heft
of my breath.
Oh all you dears, and me, dear,
just leaning out the window
and into the wind.
We must forgive ourselves.
Elysia Smith
I want to be seen seeing--
articulating lightness, but tasting every heft
of my breath.
Oh all you dears, and me, dear,
just leaning out the window
and into the wind.
We must forgive ourselves.