Limbs

"See me there with the scent of the night that holds this place."

(a meadow)

"I am not doing anything but beckoning your arms and legs, and failing, I thought it would be fun to crack our creamy shoulders in half, and so we did so we did so we did"


And then we come around

I ask to you: will we ever be long-legged enough and less headed to be able to touch our arms without having to build a weak excuse?