Lykren
11-27-2012, 10:00 PM
I touch your figure
composed of shivering leaves
and little birds.
Your harsh breath
a dull flame
in my right ear.
Asleep
we lie crossed.
The memory
jagged
and sharp.
Thank you for reading and commenting.
composed of shivering leaves
and little birds.
Your harsh breath
a dull flame
in my right ear.
Asleep
we lie crossed.
The memory
jagged
and sharp.
Thank you for reading and commenting.