Poetry · Writing standing river October 21, 2019 SamT.Gutierrez just missing, this; the solace of my bed the warmth of your perfume carries me to treetops east of here a better place, i’ve seen it in cotton sheets but never with brown eyes hold- me Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Published by SamT.Gutierrez View all posts by SamT.Gutierrez Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...