Come
we comb your
hair anyway, your last
lush frontiers.
Rest
the globe of your
head on my
breast
the memory of yours.
Posted in Health, Poetry, Prayers, tagged healing, health, ironwench, kimee santiago, micropoetry, poetry on March 29, 2012| 1 Comment »
Come
we comb your
hair anyway, your last
lush frontiers.
Rest
the globe of your
head on my
breast
the memory of yours.