Flames thrown
Like dragon tales
And tongues touch
Like pink fluorescent badgers in the night
We may have left crumbs
Of kisses
For the world to see
Stained on ink
For this memory
And ice in my brain
Like cold freeze to me
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Flames thrown
Like dragon tales
And tongues touch
Like pink fluorescent badgers in the night
We may have left crumbs
Of kisses
For the world to see
Stained on ink
For this memory
And ice in my brain
Like cold freeze to me