Molding
With sun tinted hands she would take the sweat from inside of me Wrapping them in a shawl around herself The noise from the…

With sun tinted hands she would take the sweat from inside of me Wrapping them in a shawl around herself The noise from the…

An imprint of our bodies in the greenness of the land Inhaling pieces of the sun The warmth filling us up, tracing our bellies…