Past CarolinaA Poem by Kelly ScheppersPast Carolina
I am fresh from a shower, wrapped abundantly in you
you whisper that I smell of spring, of falling rain
my hair cascades down, your fingers traverse the smooth topography of
skin mapping through southern
states like an atlas…
venturing to stay, past Carolina.
photography by Stefan
Beutler
© 2015 Kelly ScheppersReviews
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StatsAuthorKelly ScheppersSan Diego, CAAboutI was never a pearl kind of girl... always wore jeans with holes in the knees. more..Writing
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