Feb 2021
Salt crush,
brown rubble
of eye.
Honey low,
string sob
on cheek.
Send sweet,
spun tongue
in tow.
Left spent -
night stop,
black brake.
By dawn's five
I'm hers
all again.
brown rubble
of eye.
Honey low,
string sob
on cheek.
Send sweet,
spun tongue
in tow.
Left spent -
night stop,
black brake.
By dawn's five
I'm hers
all again.
