Naked on Cashmere

“In My Solitude” by Christopher Poindexter in my solitude i hearsecrets about megod only tells tothe flowers.his voice whimperingfrom stars todust,from gates ofgoldto soil.he says; “you are a collectionof all the peopleyou have ever loved.” Follow Christopher Poindexter @christopherpoindexter xx Atticus@atticuspoetry www.atticuspoetry.com