• ponkhy 6w

    River

    The bend reeds coy at the distrusting nook,
    The replete winds snuggled between your coarse hair,
    I smell the river in the creases of your finger
    And inhale the depths from your cupped hands..
    They say it is a hoax and make a pun,
    And i know how four directions point to one..
    ©ponkhy