Littering Love

Littering with Love Elusive and tactile Crisped daily New moon and cleansing dawn. A step down upon burdened… forgotten subtly sinful paths. Lending hands out of the past. Lending hands with broken lip lash. Did it not make you feel smooth with love’s storm? Did it not it make you feel forbiddingly warm? Haunting human hues of distant light sight. Lending helping human kind Lending helping hope… with things that go bump in the night. Does it not make you feel like you could walk one more guided step… in? Does it not make you feel like breathing in? Does … Continue reading Littering Love