Straight From The BellyA Poem by Kirsty Woodwardhumans live for connections. physical contact is merely an option but give me someone who talks about their soul their darkened corners art the universe what brings them to life what burns, burns, burns someone who will smash their fists on the table when passion takes over the one who will open up their palms for me to read like a book talk about your god rip yourself open and pour yourself over my kitchen table and i’ll sit, playing with your hair whilst you do so. © 2016 Kirsty WoodwardReviews
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