Sticky Love
I've heard of butterfly kisses,
how delicately they fall
from lips of tiny princesses
on our cheeks and
hearts.
with fists full of sticks and dirt
who gives
peanut butter kisses;
sticky memories on my face.
In order to give birth to a Dancing Star, one must have chaos in one's soul. Nietzsche
1 comment:
so sweet mom!
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