I'll walk to you some pretty day,
the birds will swoop
we’ll peck in the hay.
Like needles, we’ll lay, with touching feet
To the hum in the grass.
Tracing two fingers down the soft of my spine
And over my ***
“I've got you”.
My hair will sleep across your cheek,
weaving the crevice of your lips
wandering you.
And then
silently
eyes fixed
finitely;
i'll help with socks as I had before,
you’ll re-knot laces
We’ll kiss once more.
We'll follow the sun
Jump from the bails,
We’ll hail to them both
And to our love
Never un-done
Never re-fail.
But as night falls
And spring is lost;
I’m sad
I’m hopeless
Like a needle is
Tossed.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
I'll walk to you some pretty day,
the birds will swoop
we’ll peck in the hay.
Like needles, we’ll lay, with touching feet
To the hum in the grass.
Tracing two fingers down the soft of my spine
And over my ***
“I've got you”.
My hair will sleep across your cheek,
weaving the crevice of your lips
wandering you.
And then
silently
eyes fixed
finitely;
i'll help with socks as I had before,
you’ll re-knot laces
We’ll kiss once more.
We'll follow the sun
Jump from the bails,
We’ll hail to them both
And to our love
Never un-done
Never re-fail.
But as night falls
And spring is lost;
I’m sad
I’m hopeless
Like a needle is
Tossed.
