likeawritingdesk:
the first days of the yearbrought you crawling into my bed leaving trails of baby’s breath along my spineplanting rosemary in my ribs picking and pruning there are centuries in your shoulder blades
the first days of the yearbrought you crawling into my bed
leaving trails of baby’s breath along my spineplanting rosemary in my ribs
picking and pruning
there are centuries in your shoulder blades
happy 200 posts, like a writing desk