untitled (but written while thinking of walt whitman)


will you lay with me here/and breath in the air/the grass softly scratches your cheeks and tickles your nose/your brow wrinkles and your lips curl into a smile/will you lay with me here/and stare at the sky/conjure our future and kiss me/dirt smell and water softly lapping/the wind a whoosh through the pines/crackles the grass and softly lets the present pass/will you lay with me here/arms cradling my head/the rise and fall of your every breath/sunlight filtered through your hair/as you bend down to whisper in my ear/will you lay with me here/and never let me go


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