Drunk with evening dew,
and the wind blows cold as midnight nears
the white light on the edge of our queen sized minds
and then we fcked
and his voice choked the warmth of tenderness;
in spite pursued
how far away
what they seem
when do we arrest he explosion
of which came partly disguised their own concerns.
After dinner she remained in bed sight
sought for quantities of absent lovers
upwards each prose
disclosing underneath the dawning gray
Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 3:55 PM UTC