She breathes in my ear
with the yellow of the star
that greets the dusk.
He whispers to my palm
in the nature-sweet wax hum
that misses dawn.
But only by an inch.
Apr 28, 2010
Apr 28, 2010 at 7:33 AM UTC
She breathes in my ear
with the yellow of the star
that greets the dusk.
He whispers to my palm
in the nature-sweet wax hum
that misses dawn.
But only by an inch.
© Cody Edwards 2010