Violets fell
from your mouth, smoke
in purple filaments
Your laughter spills from
frozen tongues
you are
you are
you are
a thousand words
in a silent room
echoing from
my naked mouth,
the folds layering
in my mind:
red and blossomed nectar
filling the hollows
of my ears.
Aug 14, 2012
Aug 14, 2012 at 12:46 AM UTC
Violets fell
from your mouth, smoke
in purple filaments
Your laughter spills from
frozen tongues
you are
you are
you are
a thousand words
in a silent room
echoing from
my naked mouth,
the folds layering
in my mind:
red and blossomed nectar
filling the hollows
of my ears.
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