She cannot quite cease envisaging herself with long socks over cold ankles
on creased sheets,
pen between fingertips,
notebook sandwiched between him and her soul.
With his closed eyelids and sounds of slow breaths
spilling ink
across b l a n k pages.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
She cannot quite cease envisaging herself with long socks over cold ankles
on creased sheets,
pen between fingertips,
notebook sandwiched between him and her soul.
With his closed eyelids and sounds of slow breaths
spilling ink
across b l a n k pages.
