I shall pass, in time
amongst the edges of a lover’s sigh,
Yet my atoms shall live in
human touch, dashing against
lips and hands and thighs,
slumberous eyes.
Gentle affections of my bodies edges,
shall sway within tides of light.
Among the nigh’
and her fragrant roses hue
shall soften with time
Within slender silver rapture,
To drift ‘side heavenly bodies,
Hundred petalled suns will
blossom under the darkening eventide,
and tremulous, I will follow.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC