Creamy pale yellow moths,
translucently glom the buttery
mists of sunlight's skin, hers.
Naked with vision, redefining
outlines of afterglows...prickling grids,
as if she could shed the body.
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 12:42 PM UTC
Creamy pale yellow moths,
translucently glom the buttery
mists of sunlight's skin, hers.
Naked with vision, redefining
outlines of afterglows...prickling grids,
as if she could shed the body.
