that you’d pressed—it was orangeand redand yellowand small.And in all waysit was our lovegone nowbut beautiful stillas the memory of something more. xx Atticus@atticuspoetrywww.atticuspoetry.com

Naked on Cashmere

Today I Opened A Book

"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading of all his poems you know and love, and some you have yet to discover. This is a moment to pause. A space for self-reflection. A chance for you to rediscover the poetry in life. We hope it’s going to feel really good — like naked on cashmere. New episodes every day at 8pm ET/ 5pm PT. Welcome to your new daily ritual.

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