my love,
when the winds of
change ravage
the boughs of this union
i will cling onto you
as though startled
and frightened,
like ivies weary of their
vertical
climb
like these passerine fingers
moving closer to the
leaflets of your soul,
perching in warmth,
my little summer,
my winding aubade welcomed
with bird-song!
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 21, 2015 at 12:57 PM UTC
my love,
when the winds of
change ravage
the boughs of this union
i will cling onto you
as though startled
and frightened,
like ivies weary of their
vertical
climb
like these passerine fingers
moving closer to the
leaflets of your soul,
perching in warmth,
my little summer,
my winding aubade welcomed
with bird-song!
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