language

The lipstick of a lady lover
The language of the trees
in repetitive motion
seagrass speaking easily
under salty ocean
the sort-of bruise you leave
on what is shared between us

Published by Cassandra

Writer and visual artist. Avid reader, cuddle bunny. Sweetie, I'd love to.

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