Intoxication
That first contact.
The smell of you left in sweater,
Unexpected fumes of “this is real”.
You,
Blue,
Warmth.
A sign that didn’t make sense, but ended in us.
Strange.
Mar10
Intoxication
That first contact.
The smell of you left in sweater,
Unexpected fumes of “this is real”.
You,
Blue,
Warmth.
A sign that didn’t make sense, but ended in us.
Strange.