Childlike glow
of thy radiant
skin, pale like
snow kissed
by sunlight.
Rufescent lips;
like flowing blood on
thy porcelain face.
The same of
your cheeks,
and
the ribbons of thy
veins…
Dost thou know ye
art not real?
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
