Below her armpit,
on her ribcage
he engraved a poem
the stars alone can read,
only the silent lips of dawn.
~
The swell
of their passion…
the nightsky rent
to a crumbling heap,
a liquid sea of stars.
Advertisements
Below her armpit,
on her ribcage
he engraved a poem
the stars alone can read,
only the silent lips of dawn.
~
The swell
of their passion…
the nightsky rent
to a crumbling heap,
a liquid sea of stars.
