meet her gaze and see
speckled pebbles in a cool brook, which glimmer and radiate
a thousand fleeting stars
I read manuscripts in the creased skin
Of her lips
I ache,
as the waves smooth glass
into soft, clouded,
infinite
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
meet her gaze and see
speckled pebbles in a cool brook, which glimmer and radiate
a thousand fleeting stars
I read manuscripts in the creased skin
Of her lips
I ache,
as the waves smooth glass
into soft, clouded,
infinite
