Leave them to
their ceaseless defective tongues,
you and I
become one body,
small quiet blood in the silence
only sensation
only
love
this peace between
us comes.
.
.
Newly sober. I write about what hurts and what helps.
Newly sober. I write about what hurts and what helps.
Leave them to
their ceaseless defective tongues,
you and I
become one body,
small quiet blood in the silence
only sensation
only
love
this peace between
us comes.
.
.
Allison Marie Conway 