If We Were Frogs Would You Sit On A Lilly pad With Me?
It all started so perfectly
like when the cold air hits
and you spend your day off of work in knitted blankets
and cashmere daydreams
but then the loneliness kicks in and I want to run
run to you so fast that the dirt on my feet
could give roots to my ancestors
I never knew what it was like to be touched starved
to have your body crumble into itself
and now I am staring at the ceiling
and the waves crash in
if we were Otters would you hold hands with me?