*Her neck is ivory, wall, tower.
Lips, small, fragile
And are cardinals, yet,
Her eyes clamber, over—
Her eyes are flowers
On the trellises
And her forehead
Needs a kiss.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 5:22 AM UTC
*Her neck is ivory, wall, tower.
Lips, small, fragile
And are cardinals, yet,
Her eyes clamber, over—
Her eyes are flowers
On the trellises
And her forehead
Needs a kiss.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
