Feelings
I feel an inner, monumental, quivering.
I feel an arrival, moist, precipitating.
As I devour your endlessly fertile offerings, I feel at the utmost a nourishing of wanderlust.
I am born again.
I feel an inner, monumental, quivering.
I feel an arrival, moist, precipitating.
As I devour your endlessly fertile offerings, I feel at the utmost a nourishing of wanderlust.
I am born again.