Poems ✍️
  14.09.2026
  2

Author: Herbert Nehrlich

domesticity, fracture, turmoil, tenacity

Were you an octopus
I'd hold your hands.
Each onel means love to me.
Who understands
what love can be for you
or...well, for me
it is the two of us.
Taste of the dew.


  Devotion romance Tenderness whimsy

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