Tahlia

All these constant issues, that decry our needs, raise other burning issues, they hang like skeletons, with lip sticky greed, and ride in a peloton, standing by the beach, who says let it be, love’s just out of reach, it’s not particularly elegant, our frugal solidarity, has to share this dance, a pocket full of tissues, lay scattered at your feet, a manifest delicious, we waltz to earthly creeds, between our shore and distance, salty tears run free.,