wove new days
for us to wear
in undesirable
temperatures.
Our delicate
breath—visible
and fleeting—
rose from our
mouths as we
exchanged
sounds of love.
Every note of
tenderness struck
louder than
the last.
Poetry & Verse by Nicholas Alzate
wove new days
for us to wear
in undesirable
temperatures.
Our delicate
breath—visible
and fleeting—
rose from our
mouths as we
exchanged
sounds of love.
Every note of
tenderness struck
louder than
the last.
