Music
Slides from your eyes, hands,
Guitar strings
Voice
into
my senses like
wine
elixir
Cut grass
Woodsmoke
The demons of your mind
Are the demons of mine
The animals tearing the surface
Of a pinpointed, widening iris
The delicate lisp of
The depths burning
The surface
The sarcastic twang of an
Upturned syllable
Starry twinkles
In the corners of your mouth
Mirrored in my
Starry
Iris whispers
And the music
Of
Every whimsy
Sliding into my eyes
Like wine
Spilt on a dartboard
Waiting to be hit
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 6:41 PM UTC
Music
Slides from your eyes, hands,
Guitar strings
Voice
into
my senses like
wine
elixir
Cut grass
Woodsmoke
The demons of your mind
Are the demons of mine
The animals tearing the surface
Of a pinpointed, widening iris
The delicate lisp of
The depths burning
The surface
The sarcastic twang of an
Upturned syllable
Starry twinkles
In the corners of your mouth
Mirrored in my
Starry
Iris whispers
And the music
Of
Every whimsy
Sliding into my eyes
Like wine
Spilt on a dartboard
Waiting to be hit
