Jada. Cigarettes and tea. Bare skin and dimmed light. Art and knitting. Thinking and learning. Sex and sex. Grass and mud and trees. Kitten, Emma. Thrift and vintage. Space and moons and galaxies. Sunshine and rain. Love and everything.
between your thighs
on the ground
in the grass
with covers over your head
this is where i belong
your eyes
a hint of green
fields of sunflowers
and the smell of fresh pine
this is where i belong
splinters in my feet
and my fingers locked with yours
our hair like a lions mane
skin moist from sweat
the heat of the sun
this is where i belong
keep me here
keep me here
do not disappear
this is where you belong.