Climbing You Comments

you've invited me into your chest. Inside: the blur that poses as your heart. I'm supposed to go in with a torch or maybe hot water bottles a very fine poem. tony

Oh there's nothing like love between us. You're the mountain, I am climbing you. If I fall, you won't be all to blame, but you'll wait years maybe for the next doomed expedition.

To explore someone with this kind of expedition is something unique, I liked it.

Zipperless this not be