Threaded through the needle eye
of your lips,
your tongue embroiders
a monogram on my belly.
Compulsory Happiness
compulsory happiness
for many long months
there where the wind knocks at the breast
threaded through the needle eye
when you are a tree
so inconspicuous
for many long months
there where the wind knocks at the breast
threaded through the needle eye
when you are a tree
so inconspicuous
AuthorVolja Gapeeva