aromas
of fresh linen, and
your buttermilk skin
pull me aside
from my late-night talk with the moon;
she needs her sleep,
you say;
and it's time for breakfast.
Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
aromas
of fresh linen, and
your buttermilk skin
pull me aside
from my late-night talk with the moon;
she needs her sleep,
you say;
and it's time for breakfast.
Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
