I wish only
To be your Sunday
Morning escape
Speaking slowing
Your confessions muffled
Into the soft flesh between my thighs
On grey days
Where everyone
Tells me of the sun they found
Look they say
It is majestic
I close my eyes
And
I wish only
To be yours
Tangled in soft white lies…
Finding my escape in the
Depression
Above your mouth
And shallow words hidden in the corners of
Laugh lines
To adore you
As Life needs
To love death to feel
Complete….
Trenchtownrock
This is excellent..love the opening of the piece..becoming that sunday morning..I am digging this.
April Mansilla replied
thank you so much
tarawilson
this is absolutely amazing, your ending is very penetrating and stays with the reader. enjoyed where you want to escape. so lovely…
April Mansilla replied
thank you Tara …so appreciated!
JenniferB
I have no words to describe how perfect your writing is…
April Mansilla replied
what a beautiful compliment Jennifer espically because your writing is so perfect
Matt Roberts
“Speaking slowing/ Your confessions muffled/ Into the soft flesh between my thighs”
Some great writing :)
April Mansilla replied
thank you so much Matt:)
Leith O'Malley
A gem April. Wonderful piece
April Mansilla replied
thank you Leith ….and for the song:)
Kristin Reynolds
another gift to my soul here. beautiful, April, amazing you are.
April Mansilla replied
thank you so much Kristin x you are so sweet
ambient-1
This is the kind of Sunday morning that makes Monday morning a real drag! Such a lovely vacation. Thank you! Beautiful April!