Saturday Morning in March [Poetry]

Thoughts of you…Saturday Morning in MarchOur bodies fit together like a certain madness ,like fingers intertwined and hidden under coversOn ‘we’ve no plans yet’ Saturday mornings when rain crackles—like beach fires against the windows..we lay there, just outside of anxiety’s reach.Ours would be a beautiful sadnessit’s already there in your eyesfor now-- we fit at leastand the rain doesn’t bother us much at all Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.