04-11-2015, 06:21 PM
Loosing Fingers
Keep your hand flat,
summers snap away
with dandelion seeds
landing like aphids
green on the breeze.
We were together those days,
lonely in our corners,
my secrets blown to
pollen clouds,
rising to reach the city.
I miss the muscle
beneath your skin,
the uncertainty in our eyes.
If your undies fer you've been smoking through em, don't peg em out

