Folds

I want to swallow you up
like a pelican

encase you in the warm folds of my neck

and, stretching, yield to all your struggles

until you
stop

moving.

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was a poem I wrote at the beginning of summer, and I decided to put it up because I love the mental image. More posts coming soon.

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