I want, more than anything, to walk into the kitchen And see you there, whistling And smiling, In your boxers And white undershirt.
By Candace Spicer5 years ago in Poets
The day is western blue, and autumn crisp and so still that sitting quietly, I can feel the earth turning. I think of where you are,
As I endure these Slowly changing shadows I see you in their shapes Your warm breath Upon your pillow Where my neck should be
By Candace Spicer6 years ago in Poets