Palm Kiss,
my spooky little ***** house
at Halloween,
you are amazing.
I am aware of that...
and, and, and
I'll be thinking of you...
at the moment,
I can't.
That's a waste of time.
Our finest words
hit her bathroom sink,
I know you can't see
the afternoon right now...
not with the Hinterland gleaming
a mustard seed slope
with stems of bushy brown
all aglow where
the sun slants into
heaven's gate.
Love has a selective memory
murmuring an opuscule
melody,
when the sky slides into
droplets,
broken- beaded chain
playing in the dripping
golden pediment
blushing red feathered veins
into the autumn leaf.
I will be thinking of you...
though at the moment...
I
can't,
That's such a precious waste of time.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:34 PM UTC
Palm Kiss,
my spooky little ***** house
at Halloween,
you are amazing.
I am aware of that...
and, and, and
I'll be thinking of you...
at the moment,
I can't.
That's a waste of time.
Our finest words
hit her bathroom sink,
I know you can't see
the afternoon right now...
not with the Hinterland gleaming
a mustard seed slope
with stems of bushy brown
all aglow where
the sun slants into
heaven's gate.
Love has a selective memory
murmuring an opuscule
melody,
when the sky slides into
droplets,
broken- beaded chain
playing in the dripping
golden pediment
blushing red feathered veins
into the autumn leaf.
I will be thinking of you...
though at the moment...
I
can't,
That's such a precious waste of time.
