Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2015
Ignore the trembling body that lay before you

Try to forget the sight of her sliver fingers curling around the reapers gift
remember how they caressed your hair last season when the sky was as pale as the skin between her thighs, an oasis that you knew all too well

Don't watch her growing ever smaller, the flesh you once drew your tongue over disintegrating

Finish your joint and turn the other way
Keah Jones
Written by
Keah Jones  The Moon
(The Moon)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems