Cradling snowy doves in your soft palms;
fluttering wings and fluttering smiles.
Tip-toeing shorelines, wet grass on riverbanks;
sun-kissed shoulders and Apollo's eyes.
Flushed skin in the shade of Pelion,
fig juice in your cold gold hair.
Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
Cradling snowy doves in your soft palms;
fluttering wings and fluttering smiles.
Tip-toeing shorelines, wet grass on riverbanks;
sun-kissed shoulders and Apollo's eyes.
Flushed skin in the shade of Pelion,
fig juice in your cold gold hair.
