I ask her to come over to my side,
we’ll hug, I say, she does, the porch swing creaking
from her weight on my lap, our necks intertwined like swans
without saying a word
we watch the candles burn
in the close surround of night
Chagall 2019
I ask her to come over to my side,
we’ll hug, I say, she does, the porch swing creaking
from her weight on my lap, our necks intertwined like swans
without saying a word
we watch the candles burn
in the close surround of night
Chagall 2019