Risque…?

clover91:

We were created
with the sounds of whispers
crawling their way through
the cloth of bed sheets
sometime after sunsets.

Our bones learned
how to bend into
the anatomy of one
another.  Every lift
dip and turn found their
way together like pieces
of a puzzle.

The sound of the
heater moaning
deep and heavy
through the winter 
reminds us that summer
is still months away
and we must keep warm
we must keep warm. 

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My goal is to open up a craft studio and teach other procrastinator crafters anything that will make them inspired. I am a nurse that crafts....

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