Hush my love
Under beds, under beds
The dust bunnies see
Through the rugs.
The cigarette sky
Of smoke and red
Like whiskey kisses
During evening naps,
Interrupted by prose
And denial.
Until the storm ends
Your bed is warm
But my breath wont carry words
The stairs know
They let me go
And I tiptoe out of the dark.
Aug 31, 2015
Aug 31, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
Hush my love
Under beds, under beds
The dust bunnies see
Through the rugs.
The cigarette sky
Of smoke and red
Like whiskey kisses
During evening naps,
Interrupted by prose
And denial.
Until the storm ends
Your bed is warm
But my breath wont carry words
The stairs know
They let me go
And I tiptoe out of the dark.
