Aug 2011
your hand lingers warm
when we wake to translucent sky
drinking morning like champagne
voiceless questions melt with the darkness
perhaps yesterday listened.
when we wake to translucent sky
drinking morning like champagne
voiceless questions melt with the darkness
perhaps yesterday listened.
This poem was first written on my fridge with a magnetic poetry set. I chose a few random words to start and the rest came together piece by piece.
