my hands are full of love.

shall i leave my words

in the softness of your neck, or here, where your mouth curves

up to smile at me, or perhaps over here, in the valley between

your shoulders.

tell me.

where do i plant my love

so that i can lie down

in fields of you.

— my hands are full of love.

Photograph by @surreyhillswellness .

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