With hair of a million spider legs-
Eyes with irises like Saturn's looping ring,
She sings and begs to differ my good morning;
Her tachy tic toc steps scraping the pavement
as the brady day fades
and sun strings in, washes away all that ever was
and I'm caught here in the stasis between sleep,dream
and being
where morning is neither a blessing nor an omen...
Night's alone, i am cold as the breeze between
Skeleten and steel chain,
But with you near, time goes by gentler,
it is easy to be in the other's company,
Held and holding,both pretending we arent insane
Until
Boredom's hegemony sets in and rocks us asleep;
And what a joy-- to be linked,two minds complete by dreaming softly of the other.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 7:56 PM UTC
With hair of a million spider legs-
Eyes with irises like Saturn's looping ring,
She sings and begs to differ my good morning;
Her tachy tic toc steps scraping the pavement
as the brady day fades
and sun strings in, washes away all that ever was
and I'm caught here in the stasis between sleep,dream
and being
where morning is neither a blessing nor an omen...
Night's alone, i am cold as the breeze between
Skeleten and steel chain,
But with you near, time goes by gentler,
it is easy to be in the other's company,
Held and holding,both pretending we arent insane
Until
Boredom's hegemony sets in and rocks us asleep;
And what a joy-- to be linked,two minds complete by dreaming softly of the other.
