by Prophecies In Kodak Jan 9, 2016
category :
Love, romance /
lost love
Spread my width across the dunes, accost my fragrance in the wind. pedal my convenience, across the levy of my chin. the body you accustomed, your might breaking 'gainst the breeze. corners of our "means well," your light lying at my knees. morning, break my tiny vessel: give me shelter from the real. where you hopped atop my bookshelf, your sorry eyes to steal. pictures molting in the lava, where our feet have seldom touched. lock the refusal to accept, that i love you far too much. |