Sep 2011
You know nothing
Of what lies under
my frozen cheek
beneath me as we
condensate.
This is the truest thing
I’ve ever heard.
A warm rhythm,
That you
will never hum.
Of what lies under
my frozen cheek
beneath me as we
condensate.
This is the truest thing
I’ve ever heard.
A warm rhythm,
That you
will never hum.
