Cocooned within a shell of stress, neck aches and love that cures the kink in my back...
Palms and Palm trees that choke my brain, until it is breathless enough to cough out dark and soulful words...
Maybe I like it this way and maybe I'd rather be an infant, at liberty to wade in and out of sleep, pausing my motions, only to suckle a nipple for the hundredth time...
But this is my life.
Easy Sundays of turbulence roll quickly into Draining Mondays of chaos...
Looking forward to those random dawns of passionate love that make it all better.
© APIORKOR 2016
1 comment:
Simply brilliant
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