I left her to a diminutive moon
To those doleful hounds of Spring
To their arms like the blue hissing of flames
Groping at her lover's body
Their fingers tearing at her like sharpened teeth
Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
I left her to a diminutive moon
To those doleful hounds of Spring
To their arms like the blue hissing of flames
Groping at her lover's body
Their fingers tearing at her like sharpened teeth