The rain approaches fast, pencil is slight,
and I leave words quick with flight
I feel speckled kisses on my cold neck
Far up in this tender rose garden trek,
staring over abyss, sudden with bottles
upwards is skyline, beautiful and mottled.
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 4:52 PM UTC
The rain approaches fast, pencil is slight,
and I leave words quick with flight
I feel speckled kisses on my cold neck
Far up in this tender rose garden trek,
staring over abyss, sudden with bottles
upwards is skyline, beautiful and mottled.