Back to artisanal days
no two were the same
there was beauty in difference
we were on an island
there was thunder
I said your ears were perfect
your breasts a perfect shape
it started to rain
you looked at me a long time
the steady gaze of an artist
(the first I'd ever seen)
another bottle of wine
cold when we took off our clothes
Ah, the artisanal days - always another bottle of wine and a backdrop of thunder and rain. Love it!
ReplyDeleteCheers Kristen ;)
Deletethe music of 'artisanal', love it. I want me some artisanal days! Lovely.
ReplyDeleteHa! :)
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