Your lips are coloured fresh---
sepia in slow motion,
downsome petals lilting
grave whispers for me.
Heliotropic eyes---
Emerald irises blossom,
Spilling funeral psalms
to lilied cheek and tongue.
From ethers to earth
your perfume traces vines
from god to sacred dirt---
where our roots entwine.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC
Your lips are coloured fresh---
sepia in slow motion,
downsome petals lilting
grave whispers for me.
Heliotropic eyes---
Emerald irises blossom,
Spilling funeral psalms
to lilied cheek and tongue.
From ethers to earth
your perfume traces vines
from god to sacred dirt---
where our roots entwine.
