Waking Up
A quiet coldness melts away
I feel the warmth of a breath
I turn over
A touch
A grin
My eyes possess solace
Next to me
Drew Frederic
Art, Photographs, Poetry, and Essays
Waking Up
A quiet coldness melts away
I feel the warmth of a breath
I turn over
A touch
A grin
My eyes possess solace
Next to me
Drew Frederic