Dec 2019
in the gentle tangerine light of dawn
we entombed each other
in a mess of unmade bedsheets
and sweat soaked kisses,
foolishly sending
our wishes up to the stars.
we entombed each other
in a mess of unmade bedsheets
and sweat soaked kisses,
foolishly sending
our wishes up to the stars.
- my weary bones still ache for you.
