May
26
“Because I want to fit in.”
bby let me luv u dwn
(via verybeery)
Ice T, vry wise
I am in the greenhouse pollinating tomato flowers with a paintbrush when I hear him return. He crushes me in his arms that smell of hotel soap. We make love right there beside the machinery shed, interrupted once by an incurious turkey passing by. Later he pushes me in the tire swing as the sun slips behind the western hills and shares stories from his tour.
His suitcase is still in the truck, forgotten along with the yearning of being apart.