There are butterflies
painted on the ceiling,
and moths clinging to
the light fixtures.
I pluck out my eyelashes
and make the same wish
on each one.
She holds my hand
and kisses my lips
and leaves me
gasping for air,
and I wonder if she's
just as confused as I am.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 6:28 AM UTC
There are butterflies
painted on the ceiling,
and moths clinging to
the light fixtures.
I pluck out my eyelashes
and make the same wish
on each one.
She holds my hand
and kisses my lips
and leaves me
gasping for air,
and I wonder if she's
just as confused as I am.
(c) Alisandra Gray, 2014.
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