Between the songs of the Nighthawk
and the Mourning Dove
the sound of apples beneath us
and sirens rushing between
life and death,
we lay together in the darkness
like two blind people reading love poetry.
Between the songs of the Nighthawk
and the Mourning Dove
the sound of apples beneath us
and sirens rushing between
life and death,
we lay together in the darkness
like two blind people reading love poetry.