Hours to my love I will receive your kisses like the gifts they are, the unwrapping of presents on Christmas morning, the peeling off of old skin from new lovers learning to love again, the frankness of strangers, the prayers before meals, the saccharine sound of get-well-cards, a bouquet of white lilies. I will wrap them around my waist like pink ribbons adorning birthday gift boxes. •Letters to Cinnamon•
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 09:46:58 +0000