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 so fast to you
as if the dirt on my shoes
could give root 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
and the insanity dances on my skin
the only thing to touch me in months
and I lay here and wonder
if we were otters would you hold hands with me?

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