Poetry · Writing messy lap March 18, 2020 SamT.Gutierrez these eyes will never fall from yours as we walk across moons walk across seas will swim towards land float through open trenches to your arms; frosting- level heads bang like coconuts 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...