Oct 2015
There's summer-sand
Between her teeth
When siphoning
Passion from stones.
And she tastes each
One gradually
As they bring remorse
In mem-ori-o-so,
While catkins fall
Artificially behind
Her soul.
Between her teeth
When siphoning
Passion from stones.
And she tastes each
One gradually
As they bring remorse
In mem-ori-o-so,
While catkins fall
Artificially behind
Her soul.
Museless#
