you kissed my by the river
and asked if I believed in God.
I don't
and neither do you.
The world is a cold and empty place.
Neizstche said God is dead, but
God has never been.
and all we have is here
and now.
My love,
This is it.
YOU ARE READING
Doux
Poetrythe walls with blued body scents soft on the skin, the curtains drawn and a lover asleep close by. ...
