lashes kissing, i dissolve
into these crumpled sheets
which smell all too much
like your winter touch
carved into my body
sprinkled with sea salt and
minutes turn into falling petals
now quick sips of burning scotch
are flames licking at my throat
a ceaseless dream
Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 8:13 PM UTC
lashes kissing, i dissolve
into these crumpled sheets
which smell all too much
like your winter touch
carved into my body
sprinkled with sea salt and
minutes turn into falling petals
now quick sips of burning scotch
are flames licking at my throat
a ceaseless dream
