She tangled me
in half baked conversation
and the smell of her warm hair,
till somehow in my
disoriented reaching
I grabbed her heart and hand
and fell into a forgotten cellar,
filled with
one part laughter,
and two parts
words unsaid.
She tangled me
in half baked conversation
and the smell of her warm hair,
till somehow in my
disoriented reaching
I grabbed her heart and hand
and fell into a forgotten cellar,
filled with
one part laughter,
and two parts
words unsaid.