I drank her in
With a cliche thirst
Desperate
I traced her ribs
Fresh ink
Our ancient tongue
And a pair of winter eyes
Answering
All my loneliness
.
The morning is hers
I dip inside
Muffled yelps and
Sleep-soaked pillows
Borrowed time
Granted by
All her curiosity
.
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 11:50 AM UTC
I drank her in
With a cliche thirst
Desperate
I traced her ribs
Fresh ink
Our ancient tongue
And a pair of winter eyes
Answering
All my loneliness
.
The morning is hers
I dip inside
Muffled yelps and
Sleep-soaked pillows
Borrowed time
Granted by
All her curiosity
.
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