Molecules of tropic winter air
Swing gently on closed eyelids
Curtains sealed, sleeping atmosphere
After work, in your premises..
I want to become a small globule
To fall from your sleepy eyelashes
That twitch gently to the harmony of late morning occasion..
And your even breathing
That is drawn up in my imagination
Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 4:53 AM UTC
Molecules of tropic winter air
Swing gently on closed eyelids
Curtains sealed, sleeping atmosphere
After work, in your premises..
I want to become a small globule
To fall from your sleepy eyelashes
That twitch gently to the harmony of late morning occasion..
And your even breathing
That is drawn up in my imagination
