Open the window
love
We can sleep
in the sky
that slips in
softly through the
screen
Black milk night
swirls around
our bellies
while we dream of
being born
at dawn
Hablando Sola / Talking to Myself
Diana R Zimmerman
Open the window
love
We can sleep
in the sky
that slips in
softly through the
screen
Black milk night
swirls around
our bellies
while we dream of
being born
at dawn
Hablando Sola / Talking to Myself 