Mar 2012
without wings she arose...
Virginal in white
casting shadows on my heart,
for like smoke I could not hold her
she writhed between my trembling fingers
Leaving her scent upon me.
Virginal in white
casting shadows on my heart,
for like smoke I could not hold her
she writhed between my trembling fingers
Leaving her scent upon me.
Sometimes what the heart wants the hands can't hold
