Wednesday, July 17, 2013

that i may see

this morning, i opened my eyes and thought i was staring into a field of wheat.
it was actually my beloved's armpit 4 inches from my face. the tendrils specked with day old deodorant were gently swaying in the breeze created by the ceiling fan. oddly peaceful.
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