Lover's voice lulled
me to sleep.
And like morning dew,
the fog of all that deluded
settled;
liquid and soothing.
Pansies grew on
the telephone lines,
a Garden of Eden
in my chest
Everything, my dear
has flourished
from the traces
of your love
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 7:42 PM UTC
Lover's voice lulled
me to sleep.
And like morning dew,
the fog of all that deluded
settled;
liquid and soothing.
Pansies grew on
the telephone lines,
a Garden of Eden
in my chest
Everything, my dear
has flourished
from the traces
of your love
