I'm sat in a pearl
on your lips
Mouthing sweet hymns
Of the lemon pips
That you spit from your lips
I'm stood in ruby
In your hair
Hearing bitter chorals
of beetroot stalks
That you hang from your ear.
I'm struck in amethyst
Through your pupil
Tasting great lilacs
And smelling supple,
Subtle lavender.
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 4:02 PM UTC
I'm sat in a pearl
on your lips
Mouthing sweet hymns
Of the lemon pips
That you spit from your lips
I'm stood in ruby
In your hair
Hearing bitter chorals
of beetroot stalks
That you hang from your ear.
I'm struck in amethyst
Through your pupil
Tasting great lilacs
And smelling supple,
Subtle lavender.
