I miss the holy ghost of her smile.
The silhouette of her head in the night
on my pillow. Her beauty alight.
She was rain on my fever. Rain
through my window. An innuendo
of heavenly morning light. Heart heavy
as the moon on its way to Montana
wearing my blue bandana.
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
I miss the holy ghost of her smile.
The silhouette of her head in the night
on my pillow. Her beauty alight.
She was rain on my fever. Rain
through my window. An innuendo
of heavenly morning light. Heart heavy
as the moon on its way to Montana
wearing my blue bandana.
