Warm breath against the shell of your ear,
your violet-veined eyelids fluttering.
Palms cupped full of melted gold,
spattered ink on the pages of the book of life.
Reading Shelley on gum-dotted sidewalks,
an oxford shoe through the lens of your binoculars.
Familiar fingers knotted into yours,
blue bows tied around your clavicle.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:24 PM UTC
Warm breath against the shell of your ear,
your violet-veined eyelids fluttering.
Palms cupped full of melted gold,
spattered ink on the pages of the book of life.
Reading Shelley on gum-dotted sidewalks,
an oxford shoe through the lens of your binoculars.
Familiar fingers knotted into yours,
blue bows tied around your clavicle.
