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Beginner.


This is on the spot. . .

Each dot pretends its not.

I know He's not, but I'm the poet who sought. . .

a love story, as we know.

Taylor Swift, a rose.

All the details inside our palms,

And He knows every bit we corrode.

If only this DNA code would mesh my X's and Y's to intertwine with all your bountiful, beautiful, life.

 

-Willow Delaney

August 6, 2013

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