The hazel moons sits in a
night black with mascara;
her freckles stars like chocolate
flecks in her cream skin,
and from this park bench I
gaze into that Sky hairs breadths
from my face, and understand
what a goddess she
truly is.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 2:54 AM UTC
The hazel moons sits in a
night black with mascara;
her freckles stars like chocolate
flecks in her cream skin,
and from this park bench I
gaze into that Sky hairs breadths
from my face, and understand
what a goddess she
truly is.
