I'm a garden.

© Erik Brickman 2011


Go to the hill

of my cheek

near my eye

Don't stay among

the sprouting trees

of my neck

But whisper

in the cave

of my ear

That you love me.

Poetry by Erik Brickman
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Written on 2011-08-29 at 20:35

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