Where love in masses should belong
They have zero boundaries, oneself an object forbidden
within lust, the soul released
forgiven-
eyes watching the world from afar
songs from the mockingbird in the forefront: Harmony, Fabulous
spirits they were
singing onto high cloudy pillows.
Hey Erika
Openlab this is the 2nd time you have cut off my comment……… I really love how whimsical and warm/fuzzy this poem makes me feel! Singing onto high cloudy pillows puts a smile on my face!