By Emma Bush

Hide with me in hollow trees
Lets weave around puddles and snag leaves from blurry branches
As we run not from something but to everything…
We wear our days, wet socks, mud and wonder on our shoes
Lay with me…
Let’s leave that ice that followed us home on cold shoulders at the door
Let me make you whole once more
Let me ring out your hair while you warm your fingers on the passions in my chest
The smell of you stuck on my sheets and in my hair
Your heart is my home.

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