Poems from 14rsalmons
swaying hips walking down corridors
your eyes following the beat
hands drumming the sound against your jeans
click of heels marking the...
she ran through the woods with the leaves catching on her heels
damp wet earth clinging to the soles of her feet
her hands the branches...
Debating with the sons of Republican Virtue
Arguing humanity with reasonable economy
There is no winner, only stock value-
Running with...