I'm a garden.

© Erik Brickman 2011



Wander



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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