the race of the sun
pattered through
on angled feet,
the gypsy-psychic
moment stood
honeyed and crisp
ready to be bitten,
the breath told
a breeze away
from the weapon of
dusk soon approaching
come with me
said your eyes
as they picked blades
of grass and placed them
in a crown
and I took you by the teeth
and kissed you
the skyline watching
all the while
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 11:29 AM UTC
the race of the sun
pattered through
on angled feet,
the gypsy-psychic
moment stood
honeyed and crisp
ready to be bitten,
the breath told
a breeze away
from the weapon of
dusk soon approaching
come with me
said your eyes
as they picked blades
of grass and placed them
in a crown
and I took you by the teeth
and kissed you
the skyline watching
all the while
