i longed for you
but i couldn’t find you
for shadows,
the moon shone weakly in the
december cold,
my shirt washed out
like a blowsy cloud,
everything singing
of winter ghosts,
time just an illusion,
**** frost like
a sharp indigo blade,
bleached out at the seams
like a whale bone
the threadbare night
unwound,
layers of grey shadows,
lustreless,
my lips yearned
for your lips,
my legs for
your legs,
the roses of the
sweet night
a flowery mist,
but still i could not
find you and my
lonely heart
raged like a
raggedy storm.
Dec 2, 2017
Dec 2, 2017 at 8:30 AM UTC
i longed for you
but i couldn’t find you
for shadows,
the moon shone weakly in the
december cold,
my shirt washed out
like a blowsy cloud,
everything singing
of winter ghosts,
time just an illusion,
**** frost like
a sharp indigo blade,
bleached out at the seams
like a whale bone
the threadbare night
unwound,
layers of grey shadows,
lustreless,
my lips yearned
for your lips,
my legs for
your legs,
the roses of the
sweet night
a flowery mist,
but still i could not
find you and my
lonely heart
raged like a
raggedy storm.
