Apr 2010
She breathes in my ear
with the yellow of the star
that greets the dusk.
He whispers to my palm
in the nature-sweet wax hum
that misses dawn.
But only by an inch.
with the yellow of the star
that greets the dusk.
He whispers to my palm
in the nature-sweet wax hum
that misses dawn.
But only by an inch.
© Cody Edwards 2010
