Lips curling towards blue hues
bestow scintillant cut pearls
which bite cardiac tissues
like fur companions nip hands
The physical sensation
lacks pleasure in a vacuum
yet the conveyed affections
grip the fabrics of being
How those star gazers lift, too,
and cradle a future, thus
beckoning mine towards you
with no ending in sight.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
Lips curling towards blue hues
bestow scintillant cut pearls
which bite cardiac tissues
like fur companions nip hands
The physical sensation
lacks pleasure in a vacuum
yet the conveyed affections
grip the fabrics of being
How those star gazers lift, too,
and cradle a future, thus
beckoning mine towards you
with no ending in sight.
As with the setting sun,
night begins when she’s away