Language of Essence
from the depths of my being
Monday, June 2, 2014
After class at the library..
I lay like a cat on my bed, naked in the sun.
I watch for birds outside my window between closed eyelids.
The breeze is the only thing that caresses my hair.
But I yearn for a loving hand upon my back.
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