My voice is husky, low
So many thoughts have poured from these lips of mine tonight Eyes red and gritty Legs heavy and slow As I navigate the cool morning streets Stomach grumbling Lips dry Spirit raw Conversation defeats me Perhaps my words are all used up Under the cloak of darkness We bared that most intimate Thoughts, feelings, dreams No longer strangers A connection made Cemented in mutual exhaustion We talked all night I walk away As in a dream Disoriented Grateful
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I am a conservation field worker in New Zealand. I love mountains, sunrises, river swims, barefeet, cold beer, campfires, live music and whiskey. Archives
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