Collection Available on Amazon💕 Slowburn - a sapphic poetry collection
Lost in other realms
I read and reel
until the crickets start signaling
it's the moon's time to feel.
Habit flips down a corner,
you always begged not to dog-ear a page
remember--"leave no trace!"
Lost in other realms
I read and reel
until the crickets start signaling
it's the moon's time to feel.
Habit flips down a corner,
you always begged not to dog-ear a page
remember--"leave no trace!"