Rosy cheeks betray intentions
knotted stenches lingering.
Partitions are parceling
past eyes crossed.
Rhythms betray spontaneity.
They are rehearsed rendezvouses.
Let me hold you
Let me hold you hold me
and escape the worst of it.
Just for a moment.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 10:07 AM UTC
