an index pressed on my lips
the air rank with cherries
spits of rain, and thunder afar
my breath at a minimum
and this love is already augured w/ scars
Under a twilight glow
Cole's incantations
ease my disquietude
her voice an effervescent hymn
lulling the snakes that reside within my soul
what paradise
to lose
a
season
under my nose
She questions the validity of her arrangement
cards dealt by "life"
she questions me
she questions the intent
she questions tonights heavy glow.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 10:14 PM UTC
an index pressed on my lips
the air rank with cherries
spits of rain, and thunder afar
my breath at a minimum
and this love is already augured w/ scars
Under a twilight glow
Cole's incantations
ease my disquietude
her voice an effervescent hymn
lulling the snakes that reside within my soul
what paradise
to lose
a
season
under my nose
She questions the validity of her arrangement
cards dealt by "life"
she questions me
she questions the intent
she questions tonights heavy glow.
