To forget what sand had stirred
in the dark of night.
To empty the dregs left stagnant
of yesterday’s wine.
To see as though through lenses
brand new.
To discard the tethers that had
bound us tight, skin to spine.
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
To forget what sand had stirred
in the dark of night.
To empty the dregs left stagnant
of yesterday’s wine.
To see as though through lenses
brand new.
To discard the tethers that had
bound us tight, skin to spine.
