The Smallest and Most Precise of Circles Felt

Breathe deep as Fresh morning air fills grateful lungs Spring rains on parched desert plains My mind still fond to trace Memories of hot breath on your soft sleeping neck Fingers move through Sharpened spines To smooth cactus skin beneath Tracing The space between For once I felt Your hands to flow Amongst settled careless … Continue reading The Smallest and Most Precise of Circles Felt