I will not go
softly leaving the fallen and broach upon your sight;
I will not shiver
coldly waking at the gathering of a nihilating night;
I will not reason
lightly speaking your name and numbered days;
I choose the wily river
to bend and straighten the sounds
of your longing breaths
and ease the burden
given by each willful caress.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
I will not go
softly leaving the fallen and broach upon your sight;
I will not shiver
coldly waking at the gathering of a nihilating night;
I will not reason
lightly speaking your name and numbered days;
I choose the wily river
to bend and straighten the sounds
of your longing breaths
and ease the burden
given by each willful caress.
