Episode 77: Poetry Reading 18+

your lips taste like the first sips of coffee as the morning sun finally comes out to play behind closed curtains. your fingertips feel like pastels on sand paper, gently bringing softness with every stroke of velvet vibrance. your gaze is so vivid, it pierces through my hearts surface, digging deep until satisfaction and sorrow no longer create an intersection. you see the garden in me, removing every weed as they spring, embracing my seasons fluctuation. your love makes my inner child glisten.Written by https://www.threads.com/@reigning_writer This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit anureetwrites.substack.com